I have woken up early this morning because of the sun shining through the jeep’s windows.
I’ve been sleeping in a 4 X 4 the last few days… No, I’m not (yet) living on the streets because I spent all my last savings on the last trip, I am infact in Iceland on a filming project with the boyf. The view outside is spectacular as I write this, we drove off road to get to where we are now and today we plan on scaling one of the higher peaks to get some cool drone footage on the ridges. I’m an expert drone pilot now!
I digress. Anyway, I woke up thinking of Argentina and the tales to document on here. This to me is like an online, saved forever, diary so it’s good to note some of the big events in life.
Tim and I woke up early in anticipation for summit day. We were climbing in Cordon del Plata. It’s home to endless 5000-6000 metre peaks and no one heads there because everyone flocks to Aconcagua in order to cross out one of the seven summits.
We had gone to Argentina with the intention of climbing it but were told when buying permits that the price had gone to winter prices (£1000!!!) and that we couldn’t go without a guide. Screw that! It’s not worth it! So on we went to seek out a less commercialised area with no rules, permits or people. We found out about Cordon del Plata and knew we’d hit the jackpot.
Continue reading “Anti-Aconcagua scare”
The race didn’t quite go to plan.
Let’s start at the beginning. After months of preparation, the day of departure was finally upon us. I had been working so hard to make sure everything would run as smoothly as possible and as we sat on the plane, I could finally relax, or so I thought.
The 5 days before the race were exhausting and made all of the team very ill with flu and fever. Continue reading “Race Race Race… Crash”
I am currently sat at the kitchen table in my childhood Suffolk home. It would be easy for one to think that I’ve come home for the weekend from London to pop in for some home cooking and a log fire as a break from the city. However this would be wrong.
I haven’t been in London, nor Suffolk, for two months.
What an adventure I’ve had. In early February, the team and I headed out to Chilean Patagonia for what I now know for sure, is the toughest endurance race in the world.
After the race, Tim and I stayed on. We had another six weeks worth of expeditions from high altitude mountains in Argentina to huge icebergs in the wilderness of Patagonia. We witnessed first hand some of the effects that climate change is having on the landscape of Chile and Argentina. When we returned to internet land, we were all to happy to hear how well Elon Musk’s sustainable companies (and SpaceX!) like Tesla and SolarCity are doing.
I am struggling to wind down from all of the excitement and I’ll have to make sure I keep myself busy so not to fall into PED (Post Expedition Depression – a horrible mindset to be in!)
I have many stories to tell but for now, I stare at a mountain of kit to be sorted and hours of washing to be done. Here’s a few pictures from the trip as a taster of what’s to come.