As previously explained, I had to get up in the dead of night night to relieve myself, and this meant heading out to locate a remote bathroom, there being no toilet facilities in the room. I thought I knew where the communal toilets were, but after wandering around for a couple of minutes, without a soul in sight, I found myself staring down this corridor (pictured) and then another identical one, without being at all sure which was the right way. For a brief moment, I stood there, motionless, in the deathly silence and bitter cold, wearing only a hat, gloves, thermal underwear and snow boots. I looked like a Polar Max Wall. Whilst there, I experienced a kind of fatalistic kamikaze fantasy which had me being found dead the next morning, frozen solid, having failed to make it to either the toilets or back to my "room". In that nightmare vision, I had become forever lost in an endless maze of ice corridors. Fortunately, I soon spotted a sign to the WC (which, incidentally, did necessitate a brief walk completely outside of the building, where a full Arctic blizzard raged). I'm sure that is the closest I'll get to understanding the feelings of Scott's hapless Captain Oates, as he left the tent for the last time with those immortal words "I'm going outside, and I may be some time".