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I managed to grab a few frames before the atmosphere suddenly changed on the boat when Billy realized we were almost running on fumes. I couldn’t believe it! We were so darn close, the wind was howling and we were almost out of petrol, meaning there was no way we could go any closer. Unaware of our plight Gonzalo and Marco were sailing closer and closer to the ice blue wall while we drifted back down the lake in a bid to conserve fuel.