Sailing solo on the frozen continent

Following in my late father’s footsteps, I’ve always been an independent travel addict, and when the opportunity arose to venture to the end of the world, I wouldn’t let it slide. 

The timing of my adventure couldn’t have been better. Having just exited a tricky long-term relationship, I needed some time to 'hard reset' my mind. And what better place to do so than a land where few humans tread and where the only distractions include icebergs, frigid air and a delightful array of polar inhabitants? 

While on many people's bucket lists, Antarctica is also a very long way away. The journey to tick off what would be my seventh and final continent involved two international flights from London via Madrid, an overnight hotel stay, an internal flight and nearly two days on the infamous Drake Passage. 

But the decision to go was non-negotiable – this rite of passage was happening for a reason, and I had to go with it.