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Sailing among the icebergs on our full navigation of is like navigation through a sea of sculptures, georgous statues of crystals and light that have been cast adrift natural works of art. These are travelling silent companions whose ranks swell the closer you get to the front of the glacier. These colossal fortresses that float quietly, moving inexorbantly towards their end, when they will fragment. Sooner or later the berg will melt, but it can soon surprise us by suddenly breaking up and turning over to reveal what was below the water. This is serial place with dazzling whites, deep azure blues, and celestial torrents of crystals, like ice raised cities, resting on crystal needles.