Join a talented chef as he embarks on a life-changing journey to Antarctica. From grueling recruitment to months-long expeditions, experience the challenges and triumphs of living and working in one of the most remote places on Earth. With breathtaking landscapes, unexpected connections, and a newfound sense of purpose, this is a story you won't want to miss. Get ready to be captivated by the adventure, resilience, and inspiration of this unforgettable tale.
Join a talented chef as he embarks on a life-changing journey to Antarctica. From grueling recruitment to months-long expeditions, experience the challenges and triumphs of living and working in one of the most remote places on Earth. With breathtaking landscapes, unexpected connections, and a newfound sense of purpose, this is a story you won't want to miss. Get ready to be captivated by the adventure, resilience, and inspiration of this unforgettable tale.
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Everybody needs a plan B. One tranquil Sunday morning in November 2013, I was in my house in Miami (Australia) working up the motivation to clean the windows. Mid-procrastination, I grabbed a newspaper lying on the coffee table to use as a cloth. When I flipped over the page, I noticed an advertisement written on the back:
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Are you interested in working and living in Antarctica? We need chefs: APPLY NOW!
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I had always been drawn to far-off places, having spent months with the French Foreign Legion in Rwanda, Sudan, and Chad and later as a relief chef at remote mine sites throughout Australia and the Solomon Islands. My immediate reaction was to jump at the opportunity; after all, Antarctica is one of the most secluded places on Earth.
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So, why not apply? Without hesitation, I immediately ditched the window-washing project and jumped onto the Australian Antarctic Division (AAD) website. My heart thumped with exhilaration as I scanned through the details and job description. Was this the perfect opportunity for me? With my prior experience as a chef, I was sure that I had an excellent chance of being chosen for the position!
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I was overwhelmed when I began the recruitment process for the role. The application requirements were daunting, with a seemingly endless list of qualifications that I needed to meet, both professionally and personally. Every part of me trembled as I collected all the necessary documents and evidence that showcased my abilities and competence. When I finally clicked 'send' on my online application, my heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest with excitement.
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Four months had passed, and I was finishing a contract in the goldfields of Western Australia, when I received an email saying that my application had been shortlisted and that I'd have to go to a selection centre in Hobart, Tasmania. I couldn't believe my eyes when I read the words that changed my life: âYou have been shortlisted.â The words themselves meant little to me at this point, materially speaking, but it meant the world to me that I had passed the initial application. I was thrilled to receive an invitation to attend a selection centre in Hobart, a place I had never been to before.
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A month later, I arrived and met fifteen others like me who all wanted the same thing: a job in Antarctica, be it as a mechanic, a sparky, a plumber, or a comms operator. We learned that three hundred of us had made the shortlist, and the AAD would be hosting twenty sessions over the next few weeks. It was then that it finally clicked that it was still a long shot of getting the job. But I knew better than ever that it was the chance of a lifetime!
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At dawn on a Monday morning, I arrived at Hobart airport. The AAD representative greeted us warmly, and we were soon whisked away on a comfortable bus to the selection centre. After some time, we arrived at a hotel on the outskirts of Hobart, where we would stay for the next few days. Though it was stressful not knowing what was in store for us, I decided to adopt a positive outlook - after all, fortune favours the bold.
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When we reached the hotel, we were told to label our luggage and leave it in the lobby. The concierge would take care of it for us so we could hurry to the conference room straight away, where a Human Resources team and a jury of six were waiting for us as part of the selection process.
Over the next two days, they arranged us into small groups and mixed us up so that everyone had the chance to meet and get to know each other. We went through a variety of hypothetical scenarios, during which we shared our opinions and reactions, either in a simulated Antarctic environment or in ordinary circumstances at home. They instructed us to ignore the six judges observing us, which was much easier said than done, and just focus on being ourselves. There was no "right" or "wrong" attitude, but we were told to stay true to ourselves.
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The day dragged on until late afternoon when we were informed that we would be taking a short break to go to our assigned rooms and freshen up. We would then reconvene for dinner in a couple of hours. To my shock, our rooms had been twinned with strangers, adding more stress to an already hectic day, but I chose to stay optimistic and relax. I made some quick small talk with my new roommate before taking a shower and changing clothes. After getting ready, I headed outside for some fresh air, since we had been stuck inside the conference room all day long.
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I finally found myself in the dining hall with a small group of people. We were all waiting for dinner when a waiter appeared and informed us that the meal would be delayed at the request of our hosts. In the meantime, though, he announced that an open bar had been organised for us to enjoy. Not only was I famished, but I also craved an ice-cold drink. As we approached the bar station, I noticed some hesitation amongst my fellow applicants. It was as if they were unsure of what to drink or how their actions would be perceived. But then I remembered the advice given earlier in the day: "Be yourself." So, I grabbed a beer without any qualms. To my surprise, it seemed to spark something in everyone else, and soon enough, they too were revelling in their drinks.
Eventually, our hosts showed up and dinner was served. This time, though, there was a twist: the meal was laid out like a buffet, but instead of tables inside, there were only a few high bar tables. The outside, however, had several tables and benches for us to sit at while eating. Everyone seemed a bit perplexed, unsure of whether to stay in and eat standing up with everyone else or take their food outside and enjoy it in comfort. I decided to follow my impulses, thinking that if I left the room, I would still have plenty of time afterward to socialise. To my surprise, others followed me, including a few from the judging panel. At that moment, I realised I was on the right track. The night went on until past midnight, when one of our hosts informed us that we would have an early start the next day so we could finish up by the afternoon and make it back to the airport for our return flights home.
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The next morning, I rose early, showered, packed, and made my way to the restaurant for breakfast. The atmosphere was much different from the night before, with everyone only having had a few hours of sleep. The day quickly blended into one long session with frenzied switching between groups. You could identify shifts in people's personalities as the tempo, pressure, and resulting exhaustion intensified.
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At the end of the day, the HR person running the selection centre declared that our last activity would be an around-the-table declaration of why we were worthy of being hired by AAD, and what we could bring to an Antarctic team. My mind went blank: how would I impress them? It seemed that the moderator was picking individuals to answer the question in a specific order, with those who had contributed the least during the two days before being called first. This made me suspect that I might be among the last to be asked. As I watched each person give their answer, all saying similar things with slight differences, I noticed the judges' attention drifting. It was clear they were looking for something different, something individual, something with a little "je ne sais quoi." I had to think fast - what could I do to make my response stand out?
Suddenly, I heard my name called out and I realised I was the last one left. Even though I had no idea of what to say, I began talking anyway. I stood up and said, âCooking is a passion of mine- I love the feeling of preparing a delicious meal to be shared with family and friends. If you need someone to take care of your meals - whether it's for health reasons, or just to make sure youâre being taken care of - then you need me on your team!â After I finished speaking, some people in the audience chuckled, so I quickly continued with my pitch about why the AAD should hire me as a chef in Antarctica. I took care to mention that it would make me very, very, very happy to go to Antarctica, and by the time I was done, all of the judges were smiling. Still, I knew that whatever happened next was in their hands.
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Once I had finished, we were promptly ushered onto the shuttle to head back to the airport. It had been an exhausting few days, but as I settled into my seat, I was convinced that I had a realistic chance of getting the job. I knew that it may take time to hear back, though, so I tried to put my head back and relax. I needed to put it out of my mind and get on with the upcoming weeks and months.
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As it happened, it was pretty easy to do just that. In all honesty, life was pretty great at that moment in time. I travelled around some amazing places, made decent money on remote mine sites, and even done a stint in the Solomon Islands with my own chauffeur taking me around. All thoughts of Antarctica were soon forgotten, until yet another email came through requesting police clearance certificates, medical assessments, and psychological profiling. The recruitment process was unlike anything I had ever seen before - it felt like being on a TV show and waiting to see if I'd make it through to the next round.
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It was 2 p.m. on a blistering day deep in Dysart, Queensland when my phone jarred me awake from what had been a brief respite in my sleep. I had been toiling through the night shift and desperately wanted rest. On the other end of the line was the Human Resources department of the Australian Antarctic Division, inquiring if I still wanted to take them up on their offer of a chef position in Antarctica. My "yes" was instantaneous. After months and months of anticipation and readying myself, this felt like an out-of-body experience. This was the phone call I had been yearning for!
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My mind raced with questions - what would living in Antarctica be like? Would I be able to survive in such a hostile environment? My anxiety was assuaged when I received further instructions and preparations for the trip, including details on insurance, equipment, and clothing. Before I knew it, I was packing up my few possessions for a journey to a place to which none of my family or friends had ever been before. I searched the Gold Coast fervently for gloves, socks, beanies, snow boots, goggles, and other winter wear that would fulfill my needs, but before spending a fortune, I decided I should wait until I arrived in Hobart to find a better selection.
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At the same time, I planned a special sendoff party for myself. Invitations were sent out with instructions for guests to arrive in winter attire. I turned the air conditioner temperature down low with the fan setting on high, windows were blacked out, special fluoro-black lights were set up, two smoke machines were installed, and six bags of polystyrene beanbag filling were scattered across the floor. It was an astounding sight! We spent the day making snow angels on the lounge room floor amid a sweltering Australian summer's day with the temperature in the high 30s and 90% humidity. Inside, for the evening feast, I had meticulously arranged a lavish spread of exquisite finger foods, such as thinly sliced beef carpaccio, zesty salmon tartare, and a variety of opulent dips and antipasto platters to leave everyone in awe. The final touch was a plentiful helping of velvety-smooth ice cream for dessert. To warm our cockles from the cold, I poured mulled wine into delicate crystal glasses - a little gesture to mirror the atmosphere outside the house. We dined in comfort among friends and had huge amounts of fun - so much so that I was still cleaning up the mess the next morning when the time came for me to leave and board my flight to Hobart. What a predicament! As if packing my bags wasn't already challenging enough, I'd gone and spilled all these polystyrene beans everywhere. They had proven even harder to deal with thanks to their pesky electrostatic conduction. I was still finding some of them scattered around long after returning from Antarctica.
A Chef on Ice by Sebastien JM Kuhn is an autobiography in a memoir style spanning three continents, Antarctica, Australia, and Africa, and relates multiple adventures experienced by this French-born chef. From cooking for an entire crew of a sub-zero Antarctic research station to returning to Australia and beginning a business from scratch, the reader is drawn into the everyday life of a very adventurous chef. The draw of the frozen continent is too great however and soon Chef Kuhn finds himself back in Antarctica, living in even harsher conditions than before.
The writing takes the reader over frozen landscapes, into secluded cabins, hidden messages in the snow, and the unique wildlife of the Arctic. Aside from his clear passion for cooking, Kuhn is also an avid photographer, and the book is laced with high-quality photographs that add to the telling of this unique story. Kuhn paints a vivid picture of life in this captivatingly dangerous place, but he lacks the ability to make the reader feel as if they are there. He also struggled to find a rhythm in his writing, which was attained by chapter three but became a natural part of his writing only when half the book had already passed.
I would recommend this book to anyone who has ever wondered what everyday life in the Southernmost continent is like. It is a narrative that does not disappoint even the most curious of bibliophile adventurers in its detail. At its core, it is a picture of all of us, if we were brave enough, if we were strong enough, if fear and responsibility did not dictate our every decision. There are few people like Chef Kuhn, but I suppose that is a good thing. Antarctica is after all one of the few places on Earth we havenât managed to overcrowd.