Archive | December 2014

Setting sail


All of us on board the M/V Plancius at last

Back to our journey into Antarctica! We had flown to Tierra del Fuego and booked into a small hotel in Ushuaia which is the southern most town in the world, the gateway to Antarctica and the last outpost of civilization. We had just arrived back from the Tierra del Fuego National Park and were preparing to carry our bags down to the harbor to board the ship. Only problem was, our bags were by that time way too heavy for any one person to carry and so two of us would carry one bag, each one grabbing a handle on either side. Luckily the hotel that we stayed at was just across the road from the harbor. That was a good thing because all of us made no fewer than at least three trips back and forth with pretty heavy bags. Entering the baggage area where our passports were to be processed, we were all bursting with excitement. Finally after two days of travelling thousands of miles, we had finally arrived at the ship. After processing our passports and luggage through the system, we stepped through the offices and onto the dock of the harbor.


room mates

Me and my three room mates and fellow team members.

There she was, the M/V Plancius which was the purpose built ice vessel that was going to take us even further away from civilization and into the heart of Antarctica. With our bags taken care of we took dozens of photo’s standing on the dock in front of the ship. Walking up the gang plank, we boarded the ship at last. The ship was more luxurious inside than I thought it would be, with polished stainless steel banisters on the stairwells, and carpets everywhere. I was prepared to really have to rough it all with cold stainless steel floors half rusted through from salty sea water. I was obviously way off base and pleasantly surprised. The stairwells were long and very steep. A bit further into our journey it would turn out that we’d have to cling to those banisters for dear life, but for now we were shown to our cabins which were…let’s just say somewhat pokey and a little claustrophobic. Some of the team members were sleeping two to a room, some three, but I had chosen a four sleeper for monetary reasons. It was pretty cozy, with two bunk beds side by side with about half a meter of space between them. I opted to sleep in one of the bottom bunks. Underneath the bottom bunks were drawers. We had two cupboards and a desk with a lamp. Space would definitely be at a premium for the next two weeks. There was also a thermostat on the wall to control the temperature of our cabin. The bathroom was surprisingly roomy and nice. Perfectly clean and pleasant with a toilet, basin and shower it was everything that we would need. We would have the equivalent of room service on board the ship where our beds would be made up for us daily and the bathroom would be cleaned. Inside the bathroom there were handles everywhere on the walls and in the cabin itself, we noticed that all cupboards and drawers had bolts on them so that one could fasten them shut. We would very soon find out what those were for!

All passengers were asked to gather in the observation lounge which was on the top deck of the ship. It was a very large standing and seating area that had a bar on one end where you could sit and order drinks. It had very large picture windows that afforded passengers with a 360 degree view of the passing scenery. In another corner was a tea and coffee bar that was fully stocked with tea of every flavor you could think of, with plenty of biscuits of various kinds. We did what every ship does and had a health and safety drill where we had to don life jackets and go out onto a certain area of the deck where the life boats were kept in the event of an emergency where the crew of the ship could no longer guarantee our safety. After that we returned to the observation lounge where we got to meet the rest of the crew onboard and soon realized that we would be travelling with 110 other people from all different walks of life. We had our first lecture delivered by some of the staff members and before retiring to bed that night, we were told that during the night we would be crossing the Drake’s passage. We went to bed that night obliviously unaware of what brutally rough waters lay ahead of us. We were instructed to bolt all cupboards and drawers in our cabins shut and thought it a bit of an overkill. At 2:00am the next morning, I gently and gradually started rocking back and forth in my bed…but that was just the start of what was to come.

This entry was posted on December 31, 2014.

The 2nd day of Christmas

Merry Christmas everybody! I hope that you all had a wonderful, joyful and peaceful day yesterday and that it fulfilled all your hopes and wishes. It never ceases to amaze me how we spend so many weeks preparing for Christmas…deciding what you’re going to eat for dinner and then the endless planning and hours of execution that go into it all. That’s not mentioning the frantic last minute rushing around in the shopping center in order to get the last minute gift shopping done, and then there’s the wrapping of presents at 3:00am all in a bid to protect our children for as long as possible from the horrifying realization that Santa doesn’t exist after all. When my girls were still small, that was the case more often than not, but now that they don’t believe in Santa or the tooth fairy anymore, we don’t wait till Christmas eve after they are all asleep to put all the presents under the tree. With us it’s now a gradual process that happens in the last two weeks running up to the big day. My girls still find it incredibly exciting when they see a new present under the tree everyday. They also made the decision that they wanted to stay up as late as they could on Christmas Eve and I was lying in bed feeling very smug, thinking to myself that it was quite all right with me. I love my sleep you see, and the longer they stayed up for, the later they would sleep the next morning, giving me the chance to sleep in too. Mmmm, that plan soon fell through when at 7:30am I felt somebody pulling on my toes saying, ‘Mom, come on wake up…it’s time to open the gifts.’

Needless to say, things haven’t changed one bit in my house over the years. It’s exactly the same when they were little toddlers. I would here the excited pitter patter of three little sets of feet running up the passage. It would be 6:00am and I’d be half awake by the time they were at my bedside…their ecstatic squeals hard to ignore. My eyes would still be closed however, but that didn’t stop them. I remember Rochelle lifting one of my eyelids up with her little finger saying, ‘Wake up mommy.’

Xmas tree

Our Christmas tree.

It’s hard to ignore that one and go back to sleep!

My long winded point is this… there is so much almost unbearable excitement, but then the day seems to absolutely fly by and before you know it, you’re left sighing and staring at the bottom of your Christmas tree which now looks dismally bare without all the presents underneath it. Luckily tradition dictates that we can keep the tree up and all the decorations twinkling until just after New Year right before it’s time to get back to the grindstone.

I made the most of Christmas day this year by getting the fire on the go, burning some cinnamon scented oil, lighting the candles and listening to some Christmas carols while drinking eggnog and basting the turkey.

Today with Christmas now behind us, it was down to celebrating my husbands 46th birthday. For 5 days of the year he and I are precisely the same age, until the 26th December. In a nut shell, he’s only 360 days older than I am. Aside from that though, he is my rock and the wind beneath my wings…honestly. I don’t know how I would’ve come though everything that has been thrown at me for the last 13 years without him. He has truly carried me in the palm of his hands and has always managed to keep a cool head when the tornado has struck, always saying the right things or just keeping quiet and letting me vent when I needed to. He seems to always have the uncanny ability to remain strong and not crumble under the pressure when I need him the most. He is truly my knight in shining armor and the birthday boy!





This entry was posted on December 26, 2014.

My 45th birthday!

On the 20th (two days ago) I wanted to put a new post up on my blog, but got sidetracked due to the fact that it was my birthday. Now I don’t normally make such a big deal out of it. I’m certainly not one of those people that like too much of a fuss being made, in fact I shy away from that. It’s just that nowadays I see every birthday that I reach as a big achievement. When I was diagnosed with my breast cancer at age 33, I wasn’t too sure whether I would make 35. Then when I reached 35, it was a challenge to reach 40. Now that I’m 45, reaching 50 is my next goal.

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My 45th birthday celebrations!

On Thursday celebrations began already as I unsuspectingly met with my friends at a new Chinese restaurant that has just opened in our rustic little town where we’re not exactly spoilt for choice on that front. One of my friends only told me that we were meeting there for the last time before the Christmas holidays began. We don’t meet over the festive season or school holidays because too many other arrangements get in the way. Instead if there is a birthday amongst one of us or just because we miss each other and feel like it, we get together. So on Thursday I arrived at the restaurant and only one of my friends had arrived. The others showed up soon afterwards and we ordered food and got stuck into what just happens to be my favorite cuisine. Funny, my friends knew that and I should’ve cottoned on, but didn’t. Towards the end of our meal, two of my pals disappeared from the table and reappeared moments later with a cake, flowers and a gift voucher at a beauty salon. They made me feel so special that day and I’m very lucky that I have the circle of friends I do have.

On Saturday being my actual birthday, I was served breakfast in bed by Jaco and the girls in the form of bacon and eggs. I received some lovely gifts and cards plus another bouquet of flowers. For many women I know, it’s not a good feeling to turn 45 let alone 50, because that comes with age and along with it the beginnings of those dreaded wrinkles. I know this is going to sound sickeningly clichéd, but it really is the truth when I tell you that for me, those wrinkles are very hard earned, and every new one that I might see in the future is a sign that I have made yet another year…that I have managed to beat the grim reaper at his own sick game once again.

Now we can all look forward to Christmas, which like many people is my very favorite time of the year. It’s the time for ginger bread cookies, the smell of cinnamon permeating the house, twinkling Christmas trees, gifts, huddling together in front of the fireplace, delicious turkey and gravy plus all the trimmings. Oh and lets not forget the eggnog and that sinful extra helping of Christmas cake with an extra dollop of decadent brandy sauce.

This year I decided to put the tree and decorations up a week earlier. I thought what the hell. I have the wreath hanging outside on the front door and the Christmas carols are blasting away.

It is the time of year to do a lot of reflection and make New Years resolutions. That said, it makes me wonder why it is that many people have to bump their heads really hard against the wall or have to face their mortality before they really appreciate what they have and all the wonderful occasions that go hand in hand with it, like Easter and Christmas. I’m one of those. If I look back to when I was 30 for example, I took so much for granted and certainly didn’t appreciate the holidays like I do now. As traumatic and horrifying a breast cancer diagnosis is, it also has this uncanny ability to gift you with a clarity of mind and a view on life you might not have otherwise had. It’s almost like a very distorted form of  a blessing in disguise if one could [possibly call it that.

Tomorrow it’s time to transport the turkey from the freezer to the fridge in preparation for our feast on Thursday. So excited!!! I suspect with all the business of preparations and doing all the last minute shopping, I may not get a chance to put another post up until after Christmas. If that is the case, a very blessed Merry Christmas to you all. Peace, joy, happiness and love to you and your families!

This entry was posted on December 22, 2014.

It’s a long, long way to Antarctica

Settling in and strapping myself into my seat on the airplane, it was hard to get my mind around the fact that we were finally on our way.

Had I done enough? Had I prepared myself well enough physically to meet the challenges of what was about to happen? I was soon to find out. We had been warned that once we were out on the snow and ice, there was no turning back. It was float or sink simple as that.

Our flight to Buenos Aires would take 19 hours, which would include a stopover in Rio . More of the journey was spent out of my seat than in it, either to go to the microscopically small toilet, or to chat with fellow team mates. We all eventually ended up in the staff galley at the back of the plane chatting and laughing with the flight attendants whilst  getting a sneak preview as to what was for lunch and supper. 15 hours later, and we were making our descent into Rio. We wouldn’t be able to take a tour of the city, but would instead be confined to a airport, waiting for our connecting flight to Buenos Aires. We passed the time by visiting some of the duty free shops and having a snack and a much needed Latte at one of the cafes. After catching our connecting flight, we landed in Buenos Aires and, one bus ride later we arrived at the hotel where we would be spending the night. Then next morning, we all met up in reception to return to the airport to catch the next flight that would really be taking us into the unknown. We were starting the leg of our journey that would begin to take us further and further away from civilization. Heading back to the airport, we were embarking on the last part of our trip before boarding the ship that would take us into the wilderness.


Just after arriving in Ushuaia.

We began yet another 4 hour flight that would be taking us to the most southerly town in the world, Ushuaia. Coming from a part of the world that can reach 50 degrees in the summer and that’s not even factoring in the humidity, we were told that once we’d landed in Ushuaia, that we would definitely feel the difference in temperature, but I don’t think any of us really had any idea. Climbing off the plane when we arrived, we entered into the baggage collection area where I started to get a vague idea…the goose bumps starting to show themselves on my skin. Looking through a glass door to the side that led to the outside, I caught a scene that took my breath away. Jaw dropping beauty met my eyes in the form of huge, snow capped mountains with green, lush valleys at its feet. Steeping outside with our bags however, we very quickly forgot about the scenery for just a second as we all scrambled for our jackets to throw on as quickly as we could. The air was icy cold and without protective clothing of some sort to wear, the elements would just cut right through whatever ineffectual garb you decided to don that day. After oohing and aahing about our surroundings, we boarded another bus to the hotel near the harbor where we would be spending another night. Tomorrow we would be boarding the ship, but for now we were looking forward to dropping our bags off at our hotel and going about exploring our surroundings while trying out some of the local cuisine. We were greeted by a characterful log cabin style town boasting the backdrop of these gorgeous snow capped mountains. After booking into the hotel and spending the afternoon walking around and even doing some shopping, we settled down in the hotel for the night.

Tierra del Fuego

At the Tierra del Fuego National Park.

The next morning early we rose bright and early to meet in the restaurant for breakfast. At 8:30 we boarded yet another bus that would be taking us into the Tierra del Fuego  National Park, which spans 63,000 hectares that covers the southern tip of the Andes. Driving into the park, one is at a loss for words to describe the incredible beauty of the mountains and the lush greenery surrounding you on all sides. After spending the morning walking our boots in that we would be using in Antarctica and taking dozens of photo’s, we made our way back to the hotel to collect our bags. We were due to board the ship at 3:30 that afternoon and we all couldn’t wait!

This entry was posted on December 19, 2014.

Beginning our epic journey

I barely slept the night before we left. Excitement had reached fever pitch and I couldn’t wait to embark on this adventure. This is what I had been craving for months…my restless spirit finally being appeased. Staring up at the ceiling in the dark, Jaco was fast asleep next to me, his steady breathing and presence a great comfort to me. I started casting my mind back to very early on in our marriage, when he was part of a mobile radar unit while we were still living in South Africa. As a result, he was away for sometimes months at a time, leaving me at home alone. Eventually he was leaving me with a tiny baby, and then suddenly there were five of us. The times when he went away leaving me with three small children to take care of was never easy. In South Africa we lived in a big house on half an acre which was a corner plot, and part of the reason for us uprooting ourselves and leaving our beautiful country was a very sad one actually. On one occasion when luckily Jaco was at home, we were all asleep one night when our house was broken into. We didn’t hear a thing…absolutely nothing. At 3:00am we woke up to the twins crying, and while I started changing their diapers Jaco went to the kitchen to warm up some milk to feed them. That was when he heard a sound in the sitting room, only to discover that the burglar bars covering one of the windows had been severed at the bottom and bent right up, giving the burglars access to the house. They had stolen a whole lot of electronic equipment plus my handbag. A woman’s handbag is a very personal thing. Some people believe that the ultimate insult and gesture of disrespect is when someone throws your handbag around or at you. Now mine had been stolen and my whole life was basically in it. I felt so violated. Jaco had obviously interrupted them, but given half a chance they probably would’ve stolen a whole lot more. We had previously had two cars stolen from us too, and now this had to go and happen. I shudder to think what would have happened if these robbers had possessed other intentions. They could have crept up on us in the dark and slit our throats without any warning. My tiny children were sitting ducks. Although at that stage we didn’t have an alarm system installed we weren’t exactly exposed either, with a six foot wall around our property that had barbed wire on top of it, plus an electric gate. Like they say however if burglars really want to get in, they’ll find a way.  That was one of the last straws and after that incident, we weren’t sure whether we wanted to raise our children in such an environment. It was not long after that when Jaco got the job offer in Abu Dhabi, and so we saw that as a sign and took the leap of faith. Now, lying in that hotel bed all those years later with so much water that had gone under the bridge, I was waiting to go on the trip of a lifetime…one that would change me in ways I could never have imagined. Our lives were so different now. When morning finally arrived, I had butterflies in my stomach as I took a shower and prepared my bags to go downstairs to meet the rest of my teammates in the lobby. Arriving downstairs, everybody was in very high spirits and very excited. It was time for more photo’s and then all that remained was to say goodbye to our loved ones. After hugging Jaco, he took me by my shoulders and said to me, ‘Remember, don’t drown.’

1st day of Antarctica

Jaco and I just before leaving for the airport. Do you see the look of skepticism on his face? I do.

When the bus started moving off on it’s way to take us to the airport, I winked at him and blew him a kiss hoping that I’d reassure him to a certain extent. We were finally off on what was going to be a very long journey indeed.

This entry was posted on December 13, 2014.

Antarctica here we come!

It was two days before we were due to depart for Antarctica. All the team members were frantically calling each other to exchange excited words and make sure that everybody had everything. Once we were out there in the wilderness it would be much to late to peer into our bags and discover to our horror that we’d left a crucial article of clothing or equipment at home.

I had managed over the last month to keep it together and not injure myself whilst working out. I had spent many nights lying awake wondering whether I would be ready for the mountaineering or not. In the end, I decided that I would find out soon enough and that one way or the other I would just have to dig deep and find the strength to get to the top. Either way, I was going to do it come hell or high water. I had by this time lost 15kgs all in all and was happy with the results. My hard work was finally starting to pay off.

Adding to all the mayhem was the fact that my Antarctica trip was going to run right into a 4 week holiday in South Africa. I would be flying from Buenos Aires to Johannesburg to reunite with my family after not seeing them for 2 weeks. I was incredibly excited for this expedition, but I had also never been away from my children for so long and was not sure how I was going to handle it. I had started a blog about my experience with taking on this challenge and everything that it had involved in the build up to this momentous day. As a result I had been appointed chief blogger by our team leader. My job was to type up a blog which would be sent in to the Gulf News at the end of everyday, documenting our activities so that everybody including our own families, could stay abreast with our progress in real time. I was so psyched up for it and up to the challenge and responsibility. For the first time in my life I would get a small taste of what it would be like to be a travel writer and I couldn’t wait. My cat Goemal (remember the son I never had?) would be booked into the pet shelter where I knew he would be taken good care of.

Standing in front of my bed, it looked as those a suitcase and clothing factory had exploded on it. I had my expedition bag to repack in order to make sure I had everything, and then my normal suitcase to pack for the holiday that was to follow. Finally at 11:00pm I was finished. I looked at my expedition bag now sitting on the floor. For the last few months every time I looked at it I would get a small twinge of excitement in the pit of my stomach as it called out at me. Now excitement had reached fever pitch and my bag was screaming at me saying, ‘Come on, let’s go, go, go’!

I slept fitfully that night, hoping that I had remembered everything and ticked everything on the list off correctly. The next day, Jaco and I would be driving into Dubai to spend the night in a hotel before we finally set off for the airport the following day. After all the months of hard work and anticipation, I could hardly believe that the day had almost finally arrived.

The next morning despite how exhausted I was due to lack of sleep, my eyes shot open and I leapt out of bed. After a good breakfast I did my last minute checks and while Jaco was loading my bags into the trunk of the car, I said goodbye to the girls. Luckily nobody shed any tears. There was too much anticipation and the girls were very excited for me, saying they would follow the blog religiously everyday and that they were looking forward to seeing me in a fortnight’s time. Waving goodbye to them they all shouted, ‘Mommy remember, don’t drown’!

night before aNTARCTICA

The night before embarking on our epic journey into Antarctica. I am on the very right with a brown top on.

I was still laughing and waving to them as we turned the corner and they disappeared from my sight. Suddenly my heart was pulling in two different directions and excitement turned to sadness at the thought of not seeing them for two weeks. The tears started flowing and didn’t stop until we got out of town and were on the highway. When we reached the hotel, despair was quickly replaced by the happiness and joy of seeing my other team members. That evening we all gathered in the bar downstairs where we got the opportunity to meet each other’s family members and have a last meeting before embarking on our journey the next day.

This entry was posted on December 9, 2014.

Almost there.

The day after our camp out on the indoor slope, we had to attend the Pink Polo match to raise funds and awareness for breast cancer. That day also happened to be my eldest daughter Rochelle’s 14th birthday, and so with that she attended the polo match with me. It was a real treat for her as she loves horses and was in her element. We were on the guest of honors list and had a birds eye view of everything from the 1st floor pavilion.

With another exhausting weekend behind us, it was back to focusing on training and getting my stamina back. The last few months of training had proved difficult and I was still fighting stiff and painful joints from the hormone therapy I was on. In the last few weeks running up to the expedition I decided that it was time to start running slowly. I only had a month left to get as fit as possible and there was no time to waste. Whether I was ready for it or not wasn’t the issue, I didn’t have a choice. Upon beginning to run slowly, my legs felt like lead and my knees hurt. My girls were amazing though. They would stand next to the treadmill especially when I was attempting the running. They would say, ‘Come on mom, you’ve come so far…you can do it’!

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Yet another photo shoot.

Jaco was supporting me too, but I don’t think he wanted to encourage me too much at that point. I think there was a part of him that was hoping and praying that I would decide that I wasn’t ready for the trip and cancel. Not to be vindictive I know, but he was very concerned for my wellbeing and was questioning whether I would be ready.

Running slowly, I felt like at any moment I was going to grow wings and fly. It felt so good to be able to run again and I really didn’t think it was going to happen so soon, if at all. I was an avid runner in high school and the best at what I did in my age group, and what I loved to do which was Athletics and Cross Country. The girls grew concerned as tears started to stream down my face. I was also crying because I was so touched by my three angels who were encouraging me every step of the way and being my biggest supporters. For this running however I would pay a price. Waking up the next morning, I could barely get out of bed let alone walk around and down the stairs. My muscles had locked up and were flooded with lactic acid. I had stretched after my run the day before, but I realized that it was just too much too soon. I would have to accept that and make do with very fast walking on an incline…and hope and pray at the same time that it would be enough. After some training sessions on the indoor slope, a few of the women had opted out of the mountaineering, but I desperately wanted to do it. I hadn’t worked so hard and I wasn’t going to travel thousands of miles over land and sea and not climb that mountain. I was going to get to the summit one way or the other…I had to. For now though, all I had to do was just stay focused and avoid injuring myself.

This entry was posted on December 7, 2014.

Getting geared up

In raising awareness for our cause, we were very fortunate to acquire a few sponsors along the way. This expedition of ours wasn’t going to be cheap and we needed all the help we could get. At that stage I wasn’t  too sure about the other team members, but I was concerned about the costs involved. After quite a few meetings and lengthy discussions, I realized I wasn’t the only one with worries. It was all very exciting nevertheless, and talking about all the right equipment and clothing that we’d need was just half the fun. We had been sponsored Australian Emu boots which are probably the warmest shoes and most comfortable boots I’ll ever own, Gortex jackets and pants from The North Face and sunglasses from Oakley. We were all now experiencing a great sense of camaraderie in our training sessions together plus going out and hitting the shops together to make sure that we were buying the right thermal underwear, hiking boots and other equipment.

In our training sessions on the indoor ski slope, we had to learn how to walk tethered to a rope together and how to use snow shoes and ice axes. It was going very well and I could feel my training sessions starting to pay off. Since we were going to be kayaking in Antarctica, we had to brush up on our skills in that area too. We were going in December, and therefore wouldn’t be encountering extreme weather like one often sees on documentaries, but it would still be dipping to temperatures of between -5 and -10 degrees. Still pretty nippy and what called for the right protective gear. My main concern was falling into the water whilst kayaking. After falling into frigid waters like that, it doesn’t even take 1 minute before one starts going into hyperthermia. Then there was also the issue of sleeping alfresco on an iceberg. I was really looking forward to that, but we had to get a taste of what it would be like. That meant sleeping overnight in the park of the indoor ski slope.

Ski Dubai

Getting geared up for the trip of a lifetime.

That afternoon we arrived at the slope with all our gear. We would be sleeping in tents on yoga mats inside special thermal sleeping bags. I had decided in all my wisdom to double up and bring an extra yoga mat for myself. With my weak back, I didn’t want to know how I would feel the next morning after sleeping on the rock hard ground of the ski park. With all my other gear plus the weight of my extra yoga mat, I had my work cut out for me in terms of weight. We had all been issued with our own big blue kit bags which resembled these big military tog bags that they issue. We were now known as the Jewels of Antarctica and our logo was on everything. So we all struggled into the park, lugging our baggage behind us. The indoor ski slope has huge floor to ceiling windows on one side, making it visible to the public and shop goers. While we were setting up our camping sight for the night, we attracted attention in the form of people who were taking photo’s, plus a newspaper arrived to witness our activities and interview one of our team members.

We had a hectic schedule ahead of us, as the next morning we were due to attend the Pink Polo which was being held in honor of breast cancer to raise awareness and funds. None of us were expecting to get much sleep, and I knew that I was going to find it challenging, but pushing ahead was now the name of the game. After camp had been set up, we had a photo shoot and then went about settling down for the night to try and get some sleep. We all slept two in a tent and in the end it felt to me like some sort of freak sensory overload experiment. I literally felt like a guinea pig in a big glass cage while scientists were peering in to gauge my reactions. There was a snow machine that was on 24/7 to generate snow. This blasted along all night long and was loud. The lights were not switched off either and I lay there with my back aching and shivered from the cold. Half way through the night we managed to drift off and when I woke up in the early hours, the roof of the tent had started to cave in from the weight of the snow. I had to do something and so, raising my legs I kicked up at the roof to dislodge some of it. 6:30am was wake up time, and we all stumbled exhausted and ill rested out of our tents. It was time to take a hike up the slope and then come down again and pack up the camp sight. Oh boy!

This entry was posted on December 3, 2014.