Antarctica, Part II (featuring nudity and tears)

Days aboard the Sea Explorer fell into a natural rhythm that went like this… Awake each morning, in a gently-swaying cabin, layers of thermals strewn around the floor, to the mellifluous tones of Hannah’s voice over the speakers. “Well good morning everyone…” she says, exactly the same way every day, before launching into a soliloquy about … More Antarctica, Part II (featuring nudity and tears)

Antarctica, the number one place you need to go before you die, Part I

Antarctica. The only place left on the planet reserved, under an international treaty, for science and exploration only. A utopia of sorts. And, after 28 years of travel, hands down the location of my all-time favourite trip ever. I went expecting to be the only person under 40 – a situation my travel agency had … More Antarctica, the number one place you need to go before you die, Part I

Five hours in Buenos Aires with a raging hangover (featuring stray cats, a dead guy, and a missed flight)

I only had two proper nights in my London hometown after getting back from Africa and before leaving for Antartica, so, in accordance with my well established code of conduct, I got mildly obliterated the first night and then annihilated on the second. I blame Buzz for the first (“Shall we get one more glass? … More Five hours in Buenos Aires with a raging hangover (featuring stray cats, a dead guy, and a missed flight)