Ice bergs fascinate me! A huge chunk of ice lying so still in the water, shining with beauty yet so dangerous to approach.

As a kid growing up I saw ice bergs on TV and magazines. The Discovery channel would always project images of these huge chunks of ice in far away lands. They captivated my imagination.

I knew I had to go, no clue how, when or where. But I'm going.

Great things come from spontaneous decisions.

All my life I've never been in a country with ice bergs. Until now (2016). I heard there were ice bergs in a glacier lake in New Zealand and did my research. Scrolling through maps, lists and images I pieced together a plan.

For weeks I kept a sharp eye on the weather patterns and finally it looked like a really long high pressure system was rolling in. This was my chance! The next morning I dropped my schedule. Cancelled all my meetings, appointments and drove five hours.

Welcome to Tasman Glacier Lake, Mount Cook, New Zealand.

I'm showing you now so you can get a image in your head of the area I'm talking about as well as the sheer scale of it. These were taken from my plane ride days after.

I drove for five hours through twisty roads and icy mountain passes. Finally arrived in Mount Cook village, exhausted and ready for bed I found out all the accommodation was booked out. Bummer.

Luckily, I could slept in my van in the camp ground as a last resort.

Unfortunately, that night was by far the coldest night of my life. Probably -15 degrees Celsius, my head felt like a popsicle and the blanket frozen to the windows.

The next day made up for it.