Encounters at the End of the World (2007) - full transcript

'Werner Herzog' takes his camera to Antarctica where we meet the odd men and women who have dedicated their lives to furthering the cause of science in treacherous conditions. A scientist studies neutrinos, which are everywhere, yet elusive; he likens them to spirits. A researcher's nighttime performance art includes contorting her body into a luggage bag. A survival guide teaches his students to survive white-out conditions by wearing cartoon-face buckets over their heads. Animal researchers milk mother seals as part of their study. Volcanologists offer advice on what to do when a volcano erupts. A pipefitter shows us the anomaly in his hands that he says are a sign he descended from Atzec royalty. A former Colorado banker drives what he has christened Ivan the Terra Bus. An underwater diver shows his colleagues DVDs of apocalyptic sci-fi films like Them! (1954). And -- though Herzog declares he's not "making another film about penguins" -- we meet a penguin researcher who answers the filmmaker's questions about homosexuality and insanity in his subjects. We also meet an individualist penguin, who breaks away from the other birds to run toward the mountains, facing certain death.

These images taken
under the ice of the Ross Sea in Antarctica

were the reason
I wanted to go to this continent.

The pictures were taken by a friend
of mine, one of these expert divers.

The best connection is on
military planes out of New Zealand,

loaded with chained-down parts
of polar stations.

Most of the passengers had tucked
into their laptops and their books,

and many of them were sleeping.

Who were the people I was going to meet
in Antarctica at the end of the world?

What were their dreams?

We flew into the unknown,
a seemingly endless void.

I was surprised that
I was even on this plane.



The National Science Foundation
had invited me to Antarctica,

even though I left no doubt
that I would not come up

with another film about penguins.

My questions about nature,
I let them know, were different.

I told them I kept wondering

why is it that human beings put on masks
or feathers to conceal their identity?

And why do they saddle horses
and feel the urge to chase the bad guy?

Hi-yo, Silver!

And why is it that certain species
of ants keep flocks of plant lice as slaves

to milk them for droplets of sugar?

I asked them why is it
that a sophisticated animal like a chimp

does not utilize inferior creatures?

He could straddle a goat
and ride off into the sunset.

Despite my odd questions, I found myself
landing on the ice runway at McMurdo.



For most of the austral spring and summer,
which lasts from October through February,

planes can land on
the 8-foot thick ice of the Ross Sea.

In the distance,
the mountains of the Transantarctic range.

McMurdo itself is situated on an island.

The Ross Sea is the largest bay
in the continent.

This bay alone covers the size
of the state of Texas.

On this very same frozen ocean,

the early explorer's ship
got wedged into moving ice flows.

Here, Shackleton's expedition
evacuates their vessel,

which would later come to ruin,
leaving them stranded there.

Everything in this expedition was doomed,

including the first ancestor
of the snowmobile.

The idea was too big for
the technical possibilities 100 years ago.

At that time,
every step meant incredible hardship.

The first thing that caught my eye
upon landing

was the humongous bus and its driver.

- We're clearing the apron now, thank you.
- Hey, you're welcome.

This is Ivan the Terra Bus.
It's one of seven in the world,

weighs 67,000 pounds and is the
largest vehicle on the continent.

HERZOG. What do you do when you are
back home? Are you a taxi driver?

I am not a taxi driver at home.

Before I came to Antarctica,
I was actually a banker in Colorado.

And after two years there,
I changed my pace a little bit

and decided to help
the people of Guatemala,

so I joined the Peace Corps, and there
I worked in small business development.

Just realized that the world's
not all about money.

Where I lived in Guatemala
was in the northern part.

It's a Kekchi Mayan village, 99% Mayan,
and therefore nobody spoke Spanish.

I had to learn the Mayan dialect, Kekchi.

When I first moved to chisec, I was just
out on a normal walk, and before I knew it

I had six people with machetes
chasing me down, wanting to talk to me.

Turns out the little brother
told them I was there to steal children.

I was, however, not there
to steal children.

They took me back to my... My judge and
jury was the 14-year-old boy in the town

who could speak both Spanish and Kekch.

Luckily, they let me go,

and we ended up being
great friends over the two years.

- HERZOG. The jury acquitted you.
- I was acquitted. I made it out of there.

But it could have been dangerous.

It is, it is.
And, you know, a story not too long ago is,

a lady was just taking
a picture of a child,

you know, the same type of group of people
with machetes, and she wasn't so fortunate.

- She didn't make it out.
- What happened to her?

She was killed, by a machete.

Approaching McMurdo Station,
the largest American base,

in fact the largest
settlement in Antarctica.

Right there is Captain Scott's hut,
built in 1902.

During the austral summer,

about 1,000 people live here
experiencing a strange state,

five months of no nighttime.

McMurdo serves as a logistical hub

and provides fixed laboratory facilities
for research.

All the decisions about scientific projects

are the domain of my host,
the National Science Foundation.

Day to day logistics
are run by a defense contractor.

I had been told by some
disgruntled former inhabitants

that they ran things
in the spirit of a correctional facility.

Actually, they were decent people,
just too concerned for my personal safety.

Of course, I did not expect
pristine landscapes

and men living in blissful harmony
with fluffy penguins,

but I was still surprised to find McMurdo
looking like an ugly mining town

filled with caterpillars
and noisy construction sites.

Who are the people
who drive the heavy machinery,

and what brought them to Antarctica?

It's a long story.
I've explored many different

lands of the mind and many worlds of ideas,

and I started before I even knew
how to read and write.

My grandmother was reading
The Odyssey and The Iliad to me,

so I started my journey in my fantasy,

before I even knew the means

of accomplishing it, but my mind
and my psyche was ready for it.

I was already traveling with Odysseus
and with the Argonauts

and to those strange and amazing lands,
and that always stayed with me,

that fascination of the world,
and that I fell in love with the world.

And it's been very powerful
and has been with me this whole time.

HERZOG. And how does it happen that
we are encountering each other here

at the end of the world?

I think that it's a logical place to find
each other because this place works

almost as a natural
selection for people that

have this intention to jump
off the margin of the map,

and we all meet here where
all the lines of the map converge.

There is no point that is
south of the South Pole.

And I think there is a fair amount
of the population here

which are full-time travelers
and part-time workers.

So yes, those are the
professional dreamers.

They dream all the time,
and, I think, through them

the great cosmic dreams come into fruition,

because the universe dreams
through our dreams,

and I think that there is

many different ways for the reality

to bring itself forward, and dreaming
is definitely one of those ways.

As banal as McMurdo appears,

it turns out it is filled
with these professional dreamers.

At night, I was laying
in my bed here in McMurdo.

I am again walking across the top of B-15.

Might as well be
on a piece of the South Pole,

but yet I'm actually adrift in the ocean,

a vagabond floating in the ocean,
and below my feet

I can feel the rumble of the iceberg.

I can feel the change,
the cry of the iceberg

as it's screeching
and as it's bouncing off the seabed,

as it's steering the ocean currents,
as it's beginning to move north.

I can feel that sound coming up
through the bottoms of my feet

and telling me that this iceberg
is coming north. That's my dream.

So here I'm sitting in this lovely warm lab
and just outside is the environment

that Scott and Shackleton first faced
when they came here about 100 years ago.

Unlike Scott and Shackleton, who viewed
the ice as this sort of static monster

that had to be crossed
to get to the South Pole,

we scientists now are able to
see the ice as a dynamic living entity

that is sort of producing change,
like the icebergs that I study.

For me, it's been a wild ride.

First of all, I found out that the iceberg
that I came down to study

not only was larger than the iceberg
that sank the Titanic,

it was not only larger
than the Titanic itself,

but it was larger than the country
that built the Titanic.

That's pretty big.

This is B-15. So what we see here is the
white cliff. It's about 150 feet tall,

so that means that there's over
1,000 feet of ice below the water line.

This iceberg is so big
that the water that it contains

would run the flow of
the river Jordan for 1,000 years.

It's so big that the water that is inside of
it would run the river Nile for 75 years.

This is a little bit
of video that we shot

when we were flying up to the iceberg.

It looks big and it looms above us,
even if we're on an aircraft

flying above the iceberg,
the iceberg is always above us.

It's above us because it's a mystery
that we don't understand.

Here's a picture of what it looked like once
we had arrived in the center of the iceberg.

We put out our instruments.

Now we're gonna have an opportunity
to monitor how the iceberg drifts north.

They're so big, there's an element of fear.

We don't know, really,
what's going to come ahead

when they eventually begin to melt
in the ocean beyond Antarctica.

What we're seeing now here
is a time-lapse sort of animation

of satellite imagery of the sea ice
and of the continent of Antarctica.

And what you see are three shades of gray.

This sort of lighter shade of gray
is the sea ice,

and these little bits and pieces here,
these are titanic icebergs.

This little fellow right here, he's not a very
big iceberg compared to these other ones,

but that guy there might be the size of
the island of Sicily in the Mediterranean.

It's like a little tiny bumblebee
zipping around in a circle,

happy to be in the warm waters
as it's drifting north.

I'd be happy to see Antarctica as a static,
monolithic environment,

a cold monolith of ice, sort of the way
the people back in the past used to see it,

but now our comfortable thought
about Antarctica is over.

Now we're seeing it as
a living being that's dynamic,

that's producing change, change that
it's broadcasting to the rest of the world,

possibly in response to what the world
is broadcasting down to Antarctica.

Certainly on a gut level
it's going to be frightening

to watch what happens
to these babies once they get north.

What environment would the men
of Shackleton's expedition encounter

if they returned in a next life?

Shackleton, seen here,
would finally make it to the Pole,

a quest he had to abandon
a mere 100 miles short of it.

Would there be any ice left?

Would he have to construct
an artificial Antarctica in a studio

and try to find his route through
papier-mache icebergs?

Would our only modern recourse
be to create ice with machines?

This is Frosty Boy, here in McMurdo.

It's the equivalent of ice cream in the
States, and it's a really big hit.

Everybody loves it. It's what they go for
three or four times a day.

And it has the texture of ice cream,
but it's not quite ice cream.

There's a lot of crises that happen
in McMurdo when the Frosty Boy runs out.

It's bad news.

Words circulate everywhere throughout
McMurdo when Frosty Boy goes down.

It's really good stuff.

From the very first day,
we just wanted to get out of this place.

McMurdo has climate-controlled housing
facilities, its own radio station,

a bowling alley and abominations
such as an aerobic studio and yoga classes.

It even has an ATM machine.

For all these reasons, I wanted to get out
into the field as soon as possible.

But before we could do that, it is
mandatory that every inhabitant of McMurdo

attend survival school
before being allowed to leave.

This two-day exercise
is called Happy camper.

Students learn to build
survival trenches and igloos.

The bad news is, that night
you have to sleep in your own construction.

As long as I end up with 10 fingers
and 10 toes at the end, it's all good.

Oh, God, sorry!

We just need to break ourselves
into two different groups now.

We're gonna brief this group over here
for the burning vehicle scenario first,

then we're gonna come back over
and we're gonna brief

the bucket head white-out scenario
for everybody else.

Essentially, we're trying to create
conditions where we wouldn't be able to see.

The wind is so severe, the snow is blowing
so severely. Very, very cold.

Exposed skin might actually
create frostbite instantaneously.

The winds are so severe
you could be blown off of your stance

of just simply standing out,
and visibility is pretty much none.

You can't see flag to flag.

You might not be able to see your hand
in front of your own face.

Therefore,
what we're gonna do as a simulator

is incorporate a bucket to simulate
a white-out condition

to a point where I can barely hear myself.

You can't necessarily even hear me, and
I certainly can't see any of you right now.

So that's the whole idea
behind the bucket head

is to actually be a white-out simulator,
and it works really quite well.

So, some of the parameters
for this are gonna be,

we're gonna start inside the sea-ice hut.

I said I was gonna go to the bathroom,
and in fact I did.

I needed to go to the bathroom, right.
So, I've gone out.

I've been gone for
quite some time now though,

you know, like 10, 15.
All of a sudden 20 minutes, you're like,

"First off, where's the chocolate,
second off, where's Kevin?"

- EMERY. Are you with us, Number One?
- Number One is out.

The goal is clear, to find the
instructor next to the outhouse.

Number Two is out.

Number Three out. Number Three out.

EMERY. All right, Number One, you're
gonna have to walk in one simple direction,

and I'm gonna keep the...
Pull on one rope for me.

Four out.

It looks pretty good. They seem
to be heading in the right direction.

Five out.

Six out.

But very soon the front man veers
off-course, pulling everyone else with him.

- Pull the rope, somebody...
- Hey, anybody out there?

Out here. Number Three is here.

- Where you at, Number Two?
- Find him?

- Did we find the guy?
- No.

Okay, I think we're gonna go this way.

Follow me this way, guys. This way, guys.

Hold on, hold on.

So part of what we want to do here
as an educational opportunity

is see if they realize what they've done,

come back to a hut
and come up with a new game plan,

or if they just keep going down
that cascading error phenomenon,

where one mistake
leads into another mistake

which leads into a third,
and it just gets really bad.

Who's pulling on this line?

- Me.
- Number One.

Number One, don't pull on that.
That's the line going back to the hut.

- I got the end.
- Okay, back to the hut?

- Back to the hut.
- Back to the hut.

Back to the hut.

But rather than
pulling everyone in,

last man first along the rope,

they drift completely off-course.

- Number Two is here. Is Number Three here?
- Number Three is here.

Number Four?

- Towards the sun.
- No, not towards the sun.

- Left.
- We need to go left.

Left, stay left.

We don't know where he's standing though,
so left might be different for him.

- Correct.
- Number Two.

- Okay, Number One.
- I'm here.

For most of our time here,
we had postcard-pretty weather conditions.

This was frustrating because I loathe
the sun both on my celluloid and my skin.

So it almost came as a relief when a few
days later, the weather suddenly changed.

The storm soon broke and we were allowed to
venture out of McMurdo for the first time.

We set out on snowmobiles, in front of us
miles and miles of frozen ocean.

We were heading toward a field camp
of scientists who study seals.

It was amazing to consider

that a mere six feet under us
was the expanse of the Ross Sea.

These scientists here
are particularly interested

in the feeding cycle of the Weddell seal.

In just a few short weeks,

pups grow rapidly, while mothers lose
some 40% of their body weight.

Bagging the seal's head keeps the animal calm
as the scientists extract a milk sample.

Well, this really is quite
a wonderful group of animals to work on.

Weddell seals in particular,
you can see they're very big.

They're very strong,
and yet they allow us to work with them.

They're not very aggressive,
nor are they very timid.

Even though they struggle somewhat
when you have them in a bag or in a net,

when you release them, they lie down.

There's the mother behind us
who we just worked on,

and she's just lying quietly with her pup.

We've had pups start to nurse within
a couple of minutes of releasing them.

So even though they are a bit perturbed
at being handled,

they recover very quickly from it
and seem to behave normally after that,

and really that's the ideal for us is to
have an animal species that we can work on

that will not be so disturbed by the work
that's being done on them

that they behave abnormally,

'cause we want to know how these
animals survive, under these conditions.

In a field laboratory
adjacent to the colony,

they prepare the milk samples

that may ultimately provide insight
into human weight loss.

This was just collected. It's still warm
from the animal. So if you see that...

See, it's like, you know,
it's almost like pouring wax.

It's really something else. And if I let
this cool down, it would get pretty pasty.

I wouldn't be able to pour it like that at
all. It's at body temperature right now.

The milk of the Weddell seal
is about 45% fat.

It's about 60% dry matter, 65% dry matter.

It's very, very high in protein.

It's about 10 to 12% protein
and contains no lactose at all,

which is very unusual.

And there's many things
about this place that are very unusual,

and one of the things that I find
very fascinating is how quiet it gets.

It's the quietest place.

When the wind is down,
when there's no wind,

it wakes you up in the middle of the night
because there's no wind,

and there's no sound at all,

and if you walk out on the ice,
you can hear your own heartbeat,

that's how still it is.

And you can hear the...
You can hear the ice crack,

and it sounds like there's somebody walking
behind you, but it's just the ice.

It's sort of, you know, these little
stress cracks moving all the time,

because we're actually,
right here we're on ocean.

We're not on solid ground, so...
And you can hear the seals.

You can hear the seals call,
and it's the most amazing sound.

They make these really inorganic sounds.

They sound like,
I don't know, Pink Floyd or something.

They don't sound like mammals, and they
definitely don't sound like animals.

It's really out of this
world, I can say that.

You get used to
a surface being solid,

and you sort of think in your mind that
you're on land, and then all of a sudden

you'll hear the sound
coming up through the floor.

- You'll hear the chucks and the whistles...
- And the booms.

And the booms that come which are the...

You realize there's
a whole world underneath you,

that seals are moving and competing
and fighting beneath you under the ice

while you're here sleeping in a tent
or working in a lab hut.

We soon returned to
the prosaic world of today's McMurdo.

David Pacheco works in maintenance
and construction as a journeyman plumber.

He prides himself on his heritage.

He is part Apache
but has claims to yet another lineage.

It's funny, but I'm revealing my hands
and they are very distinct,

and I was told by my doctor
who operated me that

it is from the Aztec
and the Inca's royal family.

An anthropologist told me that,
and one of our daughters is very similar,

but everywhere I go,
I try to find somebody. See?

And I can turn it around too,
if you wanna see it this way.

It's very distinct, the line here,

and I was at awe when they told me it was
from the royal family of the Indians.

When you work, with which fingers
do you work best or point best?

I don't know if I should say this.
It's funny,

but in school I used to not reach
the chalkboard with this,

so I used to point with this,
and they called my father in

and said that I was being a bad boy,

but I still have the habit
of pointing like that.

I have a long ribcage.
He could not find the gallbladder.

I have a long ribcage like the Aztecs
used to have, I guess, and...

If you can come to Antarctica, please do.
Plus, be aware of global warming. It's real.

I'm a green person. I'm as green as I can
be. I build adobe homes, solar homes.

I'm a contractor back home, too, but it's so
hard for a small minority to make it, but...

Spirit, the fire of my ancestors.

Our next journey took us
85 kilometers over frozen ocean.

We were heading from Ross Island
in the direction of mainland Antarctica.

The empty interior beyond these mountains

is larger in size than
continental North America.

The vast majority of it is covered
in a layer of ice 9, 000 feet thick.

We were heading for New Harbor,

a diving camp
which lies on the coastline of the ocean.

To the right is the frozen sea
where they dive.

The camp itself is built on firm ground.

We were welcomed by my friend
Henry Kaiser, a musician and expert diver,

whose underwater footage
it was that brought me to this place.

We had arrived at an opportune time
and went straight to this shelter

which protects a primary diving hole
next to New Harbor camp.

Sam Bowser is the head
of the scientific field team.

We found him in a pensive mood.

Sam Bowser,
this is a special day for you?

Well, I think...

I think everyone should stop
when they've reached a point

where they've done
what they've wanted to do,

and today is probably gonna be
my last Antarctic dive, I think.

I think we've accomplished what...

At least, I've accomplished
what I've set out to do here,

and it's time to pass the ball off to
the next generation of biologists, I think.

So, it is a bit of a special day.

I had heard that he was also
a great science fiction fan.

The creatures that are down there
that are like science-fiction creatures,

they range in the way that they would
gobble you up from slime-type blobs,

but creepier than classic
science-fiction blobs.

These would have long tendrils
that would ensnare you,

and as you tried to get away from them

you'd just become more and more ensnared
by your own actions.

And then after you would be frustrated
and exhausted,

then this creature would start to move in
and take you apart.

So that's one example
of one of the creatures.

Then there are other types of worm-type
things with horrible mandibles

and jaws and just bits to rend your flesh.

It really is a violent,
horribly violent world that

is obscure to us
because we're encased in neoprene,

you know,
and we're much larger than that world.

So it doesn't really affect us,
but if you were to shrink down,

miniaturize into that world, it'd be a
horrible place to be. Just horrible.

And this is a world
earlier than human beings.

Do you think that the human race
and other mammals

fled in panic from the oceans and crawled
on solid land to get out of this?

Yeah, I think undoubtedly
that's exactly the driving force

that caused us to leave the horrors behind.

To grow and evolve into larger creatures
to escape

what's horribly violent
at the miniature scale, miniaturized scale.

Yeah.

The water under the ice is
minus 2 degrees celsius.

That keeps us insulated from the cold.

Want me to open it up?

- Yeah. Ready?
- Yeah.

Dive operation. Time right now is...

I'll give you a call back at about 2:30.

To me, the divers look like astronauts
floating in space.

But their work is extremely dangerous.

They are diving without tethers
to give them more free range.

But here you can't trust a compass.

So close to the magnetic pole, the needle
would point straight up or straight down.

Somehow you have to find
your way back to the exit hole

or you are trapped under
the ceiling of ice.

So I selected some areas
that have the tree foraminifera,

and they're the ones we're interested in right
now, to find out if they're carnivores,

whether or not they eat shrimp-like
creatures, multi-cellular creatures.

And also I found a few of the urchins
that have, I think,

they're the ones that have
a parasitic worm that lives in their anus.

It's a pretty beautiful scarlet worm,

but it must be a horrible way
to make a life, I would think.

I tell you, gentlemen,
science has agreed

that unless something is done,
and done quickly,

man as the dominant species of life on
Earth will be extinct within a year.

Sam Bowser likes to show

doomsday science fiction films
to the researchers.

Many of them express grave doubts about
our long-ranging presence on this planet.

Nature, they predict, will regulate us.

Stay in your homes.
I repeat, stay in your homes.

Your personal safety,
the safety of the entire city

depends upon your full cooperation
with the military authorities.

Yes! cities, nations, even civilization
itself threatened with annihilation.

Because in one moment of
history-making violence,

nature, mad, rampant,
wrought its most awesome creation.

For born in that swirling inferno of
radioactive dust

were things so horrible,
so terrifying, so hideous

there is no word to describe them.

We may be witnesses to
a biblical prophecy come true.

And there shall be destruction
and darkness come upon creation,

and the beasts shall reign over the Earth.

Yes, the Earth,
infested by swarms...

This is just the flower part. The body
is somewhere in the dirt over there.

All that the divers had brought
back from the ocean floor

were a few spoonfuls of sand containing
the strange single-celled creatures

the scientists are studying here.

They are known as tree foraminifera,
primordial single-celled organisms.

They branch out in the shape of trees.

The branches give off pseudopodia,
microscopic false feet

that gather and assemble grains of sand
into a protective shell around the twigs.

These are the pseudopodia
that are secreted by foraminifera.

They're long, thin,
tendril-like projections.

What the foram does is it wakes up,

sends out the pseudopods and then just
grabs every particle in its environment

and pulls them in toward its body.

There's a certain pattern to the way
that they sort the particles.

They can select particular grains
out of everything in the environment

and just end up with them.
They're beautiful masons.

Could that be
a very early appearance of intelligence?

- I say it with great care.
- Yeah, I have to say it with great care, too,

because there are stories about

how these particular organisms
have fit into that debate.

Turn of the last century, for example,

there was a scientist,
a British scientist named Heron-Allen

who, apparently, during one of the debates

in one of the British societies was

pointing out the fact that
every definition of intelligence

that was being formulated could be
fulfilled by these single-celled creatures.

Borderline intelligence,
yeah, at the single-celled level.

I mean, it is a manifestation
of the best of our abilities, really,

the way that they build their shells.
It's almost art.

I noticed that the divers,
in their routine, were not speaking at all.

To me,
they were like priests preparing for mass.

Under the ice, the divers find themselves
in a separate reality,

where space and time
acquire a strange new dimension.

Those few who have experienced the world
under the frozen sky

often speak of it as
going down into the cathedral.

Back from the strange world
underwater, scientists study the samples.

One of the foremost scholars in the world
in his field, Dr. Pawlowski,

studies the DNA sequences of foraminifera.

What looks esoteric is in fact one of the
fundamental questions about life on Earth.

In the same way that cosmologists search
for the origins of the universe,

the scientists here are tracing back the
evolution of life to its earliest stages.

Sometimes the building blocks
of the sequences all seem to fit.

Jan, what have you found today so far
on the sample that we found?

- Three new species.
- Three new species.

Three new species on the dish.
That's fantastic.

- This is from the ROMEO site.
- Yeah, from the ROMEO site.

It's one small silver and two elongated
ones. I don't know what it is.

We have to do the DNA, too.
We don't know...

Is this a great moment?

- Yeah, yeah, this is.
- Yeah, any time you increase

the known diversity of these types
of creatures, it's pretty exciting.

Yeah. That is very special.

Apologies to rock musicians everywhere.

Once the importance
of the discovery has sunk in,

Sam Bowser and his group plan to celebrate
the event in their own way.

They are rehearsing for
a late-night outdoor concert.

After the helicopter had dropped us off
back at McMurdo,

nobody was around. The sundial showed
that it was close to 1:00 a. m.

It did not feel like night,
so we had a look around.

This unobtrusive building
had raised my curiosity for quite a while.

Here amongst unripe tomatoes,
we ran into this young man.

How did he end up in this place?

Oh, yeah, well, you know, I like to say,

if you take everybody who's not tied down,
they all sort of

fall down to the bottom of the planet, so,

you know, I haven't been...
That's how we got here, you know.

We're all at loose ends
and here we are together.

I remember
when I first got down here I sort of

enjoyed the sensation of recognizing people
with my tribal markings.

You know, I was like,
"Hey, these are my people."

PhDs washing dishes and, you know,
linguists on a continent with no languages

and that sort of thing, yeah. It's great.

Yeah, specifically I was in
a graduate program, and we had lined up

to do some work with
one of the people who was

identified as a native speaker
and a competent native speaker of

one of the languages
of the Winnebago people, the Ho-Chunk,

I think is how they pronounced it, and...

To make a complicated story short,

he ran into New Age ideologues who made
insipid claims about black and white magic

embedded in the grammar of this language.

Some of the oral tradition
that had been passed along...

Hence, in this stupid trend of academia,

it would be better to let the language die
than preserve it.

...you know, I could document a language...

He had to destroy his entire PhD research.

So just imagine, you know, 90%

of languages will be extinct
probably in my lifetime.

It's a catastrophic impact

to an ecosystem to talk
about that kind of extinction.

Culturally, we're talking
about the same thing. I mean,

you know, what if you lost all of

Russian literature, or something like that,
or Russian, you know? If you took all of the

Slavic languages and just they went
away, you know, and no more Tolstoy.

It occurred to me that in the time
we spent with him in the greenhouse,

possibly three or four languages had died.

In our efforts to preserve
endangered species,

we seem to overlook something
equally important.

To me, it is a sign of a
deeply disturbed civilization

where tree huggers and whale huggers
in their weirdness are acceptable,

while no one embraces
the last speakers of a language.

McMurdo is full of characters
like our linguist.

The bleak Motel 6-drabness of
the corridors is misleading.

Behind every door there is someone
with a special story to tell.

Back in the '80s, I took a garbage
truck across Africa from London to Nairobi.

That was a trip. Four months in
a garbage truck. It was horrible.

On numerous occasions we came pretty
close to, I don't know about dying,

but pretty close
to being in some straits where

we didn't know if we were gonna get back
out of it, you know.

We got taken over by the
military in Uganda,

and we were kidnapped, basically.
Truck was turned around

and we were going back to Entebbe.
We got out of that one.

We were trying to wait for
this ferry in Wadi Halfa,

the one that blew up and 800 people died.

Well, we didn't get on that one.
We took off across a desert,

and we got stuck. We got
stuck for five days

of absolute agony, of clawing
this truck with... We were using plates,

just the dinner plates that we were using
for dinner, clawing at the tires.

We had no water. He had used all
the water tanks for gasoline,

so basically we had a cup of water a day
or two cups.

Her story goes on forever.

She dealt with a bout of malaria,

with a herd of angry elephants pursuing her
through tsetse fly-invested swamps.

Got caught in a civil war,
spent a night in a bombed-out airport,

with rebels fighting and shooting
in a barroom brawl,

and was finally rescued
by drunk Russian pilots,

slaloming around crater holes
in the runway.

This is how you get yourself
to any place in Antarctica.

At the so-called Freak Train event
at one of McMurdo's bars,

Karen is, not surprisingly,
one of the most popular performers.

This is her famous
"Travel as hand luggage" act.

Yeah, take her home.

- Thought of another one.
- Yeah.

I traveled from Ecuador to Lima, Peru
in a sewer pipe.

Forgot to mention that.
I hitchhiked once from Denver to Bolivia

and back up,
and we got a ride from a truck in...

It was a flatbed truck with three huge sewer
pipes on the back, so I spent... It was days

in the back of this truck, in a sewer pipe,
watching the world go by just like that.

That's all you could see.

Travel for those who have been
deprived of freedom means even more.

These are the ones you'll
find in Antarctica.

Libor Zicha works as a utility mechanic.

He lived like a prisoner
behind the Iron curtain.

You escaped.
And how big a drama was that?

Oh, it was, wasn't a drama, but...

The tragic events surrounding his escape
haunt him to this day.

If we can...

- You do not have to talk about it.
- Okay. Thank you.

For me, the best description of
hunger is a description of bread.

A poet said that once, I think,

and for me the best description of freedom
is what you have in front of you.

You are traveling a lot.

- That's right, yeah.
- Show us.

That's my freedom,
and I will be glad to show you.

He keeps a rucksack packed
and ready to go at all times.

Inside is everything he needs
to set out in a moment's notice:

a sleeping bag, a tent, clothes,
cooking utensils.

How much weight is this all?

It's... I usually don't go over 20 kilos.
That's my limit,

and it's a limit also for airlines.

Some of the contents of his backpack
are quite surprising.

That's about the size of the raft.

- How quickly can you leave?
- Oh, I am always ready.

My bag is always prepared,
and I am always ready for adventure

and exploring new horizons.

Back in the days of Amundsen,
Scott and Shackleton,

scientific exploration of Antarctica began,

and this opening of the unknown continent
is their great achievement.

But one thing about the early explorers
does not feel right.

The obsession to be the first one
to set his foot on the South Pole.

It was for personal fame
and the glory of the British Empire.

This is Shackleton's original hut,
preserved unchanged for 100 years.

But, in a way, from the South Pole onwards

there was no further expansion possible,

and the Empire started to fade
into the abyss of history.

It all looks now like
an extinct supermarket.

On a cultural level,
it meant the end of adventure.

Exposing the last unknown spots
of this Earth was irreversible,

but it feels sad
that the South Pole or Mount Everest

were not left in peace in their dignity.

It may be a futile wish
to keep a few white spots on our maps,

but human adventure, in its original sense,
lost its meaning,

became an issue for the
Guinness Book of World Records.

Scott and Amundsen
were clearly early protagonists,

and from there on
it degenerated into absurd quests.

A Frenchman crossed the Sahara Desert
in his car set in reverse gear,

and I am waiting for the first barefoot
runner on the summit of Everest

or the first one hopping into
the South Pole on a pogo stick.

Well, I had this idea of breaking
a Guinness record in every continent,

and Antarctica would be the sixth,

so, now I'm trying to think of a way
to get to Antarctica.

Ashrita Furman did not want
to travel this way,

because he already holds a
Guinness record in this discipline.

And also in this one.

So, he decided upon the more prosaic
approach and took an airplane.

We flew down to Antarctica.

Anyway, it was thrilling
because I'm in Antarctica,

and I'm trying to break a Guinness record.

Being in Antarctica
is like being on the moon.

It's so... I mean, it's so peaceful.
It's so pure.

It's so desolate.
I mean, it's just a great place.

Antarctica is not the moon,
even though sometimes it feels like it.

Yet, on this planet,

McMurdo comes closest to what
a future space settlement would look like.

We left McMurdo for the penguin colony
at cape Royds.

Everyone spoke about penguins,

however, the questions I had
were not so easily answered.

I was referred to a
penguin expert out there

who had studied them for almost 20 years.

I was told that he was a taciturn man,

who, in his solitude, was not much into
conversation with humans anymore.

But Dr. Ainley gave his best effort.

Well, here we are at Cape Royds.

This is 2006,
and it's just about the 100th anniversary

of the first penguin study
that was ever done,

which was done here at Cape Royds by

a person that was part
of the Shackleton expedition.

They all had a good winter,
and they're very fat.

They've

claimed their territories and eggs have
been laid and females have left,

and now there's just males
that are sitting on eggs,

using their fat reserves
and waiting for females to return

to relieve them and then go to sea.

I tried to keep the conversation going.

Dr. Ainley, I read somewhere
that there are gay penguins.

What are your observations?

I've never...

Or strange sexual behavior.
Can you talk about...

Yeah, there has been... I've seen
triangular relationships where there's

one female and two males,
and the female lays the egg,

or eggs, and the males and the female
trade off over the season.

There are mis-identities, initially,
of the sex of penguins.

Somebody recently described
what they call prostitution where

a female, who is out
collecting rocks for her nest,

and, of course, some penguins are...

The only way they collect rocks
is to steal them from others.

So, in order to do that,
they have to be very submissive

in order to get close to a male,
who's maybe advertising for a mate,

and so she'll come in, sit in his nest,
and sometimes they'll copulate.

But, really, her idea is to get a rock,

and so, as soon as she can,
she escapes with a rock.

Dr. Ainley, is there such thing
as insanity among penguins?

I try to avoid the definition of insanity
or derangement.

I don't mean that a penguin
might believe he or she is Lenin

or Napoleon Bonaparte,
but could they just go crazy

because they've had enough of
their colony?

Well, I've never seen a penguin
bashing its head against a rock.

They do get disoriented.

They end up in places they shouldn't be,
a long way from the ocean.

These penguins are all heading
to the open water to the right.

But one of them caught our eye,
the one in the center.

He would neither go towards the feeding
grounds at the edge of the ice,

nor return to the colony.

Shortly afterwards, we saw him heading
straight towards the mountains,

some 70 kilometers away.

Dr. Ainley explained
that even if he caught him

and brought him back to the colony,

he would immediately head right back
for the mountains.

But why?

One of these disoriented,
or deranged, penguins

showed up at the New Harbor diving camp,

already some 80 kilometers away
from where it should be.

The rules for the humans
are do not disturb or hold up the penguin.

Stand still and let him go on his way.

And here, he's heading off into the
interior of the vast continent.

With 5, 000 kilometers ahead of him,
he's heading towards certain death.

The last field camp we visited
was at Mount Erebus.

This active volcano is 12, 500 feet high.

It is of particular importance, as inside
the crater the magma of the inner earth

is directly exposed.

There are only two other such volcanoes
in the world,

one in the congo and the other in Ethiopia.

Because of political
strife in those places,

it is actually easier to conduct
field studies here in Antarctica.

First thing, we were instructed in
the etiquette of dealing with this volcano.

One very important thing to keep in mind
when you're on the crater

is that the lava lake
could explode at any time,

and if it does, it's vital to keep
your attention faced toward the lava lake

and watch for bombs
that are tracking up into the air

and try to pick out the ones that might be
coming toward you and step out of the way.

The last thing you wanna do is turn away
from the crater or run or crouch down.

Keep your attention toward the lava lake,
look up and move out of the way.

We were fortunate that the lava
lake was not enshrouded in mist this day.

This here is the new observation camera.

William Mclntosh is the leader
of the team of volcanologists here.

This camera is designed for prison riots
or to be explosion proof,

and it's coated with this thick
Teflon housing.

Here's the lens here. This is a camera.

The camera inside is made by a small
company in Canada, Extreme CCTV.

The inside housing is specifically
designed for explosion...

...to be explosion-proof.

There's a bang from the lava lake
right now. No bombs, though.

This is the magma lake
filmed 30 years ago.

At that time, there was a bold attempt
to descend into the crater.

Halfway down there is a plateau.

From there, it is a gaping hole
straight down into the magma.

They were in for near disaster.

The magma exploded, striking one of the
climbers, who got away with minor injuries.

Today, the lava is monitored
by Dr. Mclntosh's camera.

Dr. clive Oppenheimer, a true Englishman
from cambridge University,

surprised us with his tweed outfit, which he
wears as a tribute to the explorers of old.

He analyzes gas emissions
from volcanoes all over the world.

If this were one of those active
volcanoes in Indonesia,

I'd be far more circumspect
about standing on the crater rim.

This is a very benign form of volcanism,

and even the eruptions we've seen in the
historic period are relatively minor affairs.

If we go back into the geological record,

we see that there are huge

volcanic eruptions,
massive, explosive eruptions that produced

thousands of cubic miles of pumice,

showering large parts of the Earth
with fine ash,

and these have been demonstrated
to have had a strong impact on climate,

and one of the biggest of these events,
74,000 years ago,

has been argued even to have affected
our human ancestors

and may have played an important role in

the origins and dispersal of early humans.

So these events will recur, and I think
the more we understand about them,

the better we can prepare for
their eventuality.

For this and many other reasons,
our presence on this planet

does not seem to be sustainable.

Our technological civilization makes us
particularly vulnerable.

There is talk all over the scientific
community about climate change.

Many of them agree the end of human life
on this Earth is assured.

Human life is part of
an endless chain of catastrophes,

the demise of the dinosaurs being just
one of these events.

We seem to be next.

And when we are gone, what will happen
thousands of years from now in the future?

Will there be alien archeologists
from another planet

trying to find out what we were doing
at the South Pole?

They will descend into the tunnels
that we had dug deep under the pole.

It is still minus 70 degrees here,
and that's why this place has outlived

all the large cities in the world.

They walk on and on.

And then this.

As if we had wanted to leave one remnant
of our presence on this planet,

they would find a frozen sturgeon,
mysteriously hidden away

beneath the mathematically precise
true South Pole.

They stash it back away into its
frozen shrine for another eternity.

And then they find more,
memories of a world once green.

As if the human race wanted to preserve
at least some lost beauty of this Earth,

they left this,
framed in a garland of frozen popcorn.

Back at the base camp of Mount Erebus,

due to the considerable altitude,

once in a while the volcanologists
need medical care.

But soon we find them back at work.

My face is frozen.

Quite cold up here today.

Just by having that fantastic lava lake
down there with all that energy,

we still have to bring old petrol
generators up to the crater rim.

Man versus Machine, Chapter 53.
Professor Clive Oppenheimer on Erebus.

Hands in pockets,
waiting for it to start spontaneously.

He could be waiting a long time.

Have you ever seen two men kiss
on the top of Erebus before?

Pushing back the frontiers.

It's R-18, okay?

I like working with Harry.

Along the slopes of the volcano

there are vents where steam creates so-called
fumaroles, bizarre chimneys of ice,

sometimes reaching two stories in height.

It is possible to descend
into some of them.

You only have to be careful
to avoid the ones containing toxic gasses.

At the foot of Erebus, out on the sea ice,

the two tallest buildings on this continent
are located.

In these hangars,
scientific payloads are being readied

for their balloon launch
into the stratosphere.

We were interested in
the neutrino detection project.

Scientists are planning
to lift an observation instrument

40 kilometers up into the stratosphere

in search of almost
undetectable subatomic particles.

As it rises, this small-looking bubble
of helium will expand

to fill the entire skin,
which here still looks like a white rope.

It will eventually form a gigantic globe
more than 300 feet in diameter.

When it reaches the stratosphere,

the detector will scan
thousands of square miles of ice

without encountering electrical
disturbances from the inhabited world.

Prior to the launch,
we were inside the hangar.

The neutrino project is led by
Dr. Gorham of the University of Hawaii.

So, what we're trying to do
with this instrument is to be the first

scientific group to detect the highest
energy neutrinos in the universe, we hope.

Yeah, but, Dr. Gorham,
what exactly is a neutrino?

The neutrino is... It's the most ridiculous
particle you could imagine.

A billion neutrinos went through my nose
as we were talking.

A trillion, a trillion of them
went through my nose just now,

and they did nothing to me.

They pass through all of the matter
around us continuously,

in a huge, huge blast of particles
that does nothing at all.

They're like...
They almost exist in a separate universe,

but we know, as physicists,
we can measure them,

we can make precision predictions
and measurements. They exist,

but we can't get our hands on them,

because they seem to just exist
in another place,

and yet without neutrinos, the beginning
of the universe would not have worked.

We would not have the matter
that we have today,

because you couldn't create
the elements without the neutrinos.

In the very, very earliest few seconds
of the big bang,

the neutrinos were the dominant particle,
and they actually determined

much of the kinetics of the production
of the elements we know.

So, the universe can't exist the way it is
without the neutrinos,

but they seem
to be in their own separate universe,

and we're trying to actually
make contact with that

otherworldly universe of neutrinos.

And as a physicist, even though

I understand it mathematically
and I understand it intellectually,

it still hits me in the gut

that there is something here around

surrounding me almost like
some kind of spirit or god

that I can't touch,

but I can measure it.

I can make a measurement.

It's like measuring the spirit world
or something like that.

You can go out and touch these things.

Not surprisingly, we found
this incantation in Hawaiian language

on the side of his detector.

It was as if spirits had to be invoked.

What would we see if we could film
the impact of a neutrino?

What you would see is, you would see
a lightning bolt about 10 meters long,

about that thick,

and it would blast at the speed of light
over this 10 meter distance,

and you would see the most beautiful
blue light your eyes have ever seen.

It happens in about...

The entire impulse of radio waves

is up and down in probably

one one-hundred billionth of a second.

It just goes bang and it's gone,
and that's what we're looking for.

There is a beautiful saying by an American,

a philosopher, Alan Watts,
and he used to say that through our eyes,

the universe is perceiving itself,

and through our ears, the universe
is listening to its cosmic harmonies,

and we are the witness
through which the universe

becomes conscious of its glory,
of its magnificence.