‘It’s like a giant crystal!’
Parish Robbins came from California. Creases formed on his brow as he looked intently down by his feet. Nylon billowed around his wiry frame. He stood on the ice scoured slabs above Black Lake, expounding on the likely age of the lichen surrounding him.
In the Siberian Altai
‘Berlin is a shitty town.’ Jo’s remark, waking us from contemplation, reminds us of what we’ve really been talking about as plans have grown for trips to Ecuador, Irian Jaya, Kamchatka. (more…)
The tale of Don Clampon
Don Clampon raised his eyes from the oily confines of his pit and warily surveyed the chaos outside the open tent door that was Everest Base Camp. What had gone wrong?
Going on holiday in 1992 in the former Soviet Union.
‘Be careful out there,’ the man from Sovenz warned us as we prepared to leave Moscow. ‘They’ll slit your throat for a thousand bucks.’
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How many small mountainous countries can you name with a population of three and a half million people and quite a few more sheep? (more…)
Sea kayaking off Kapiti
We’re rocking. Four two-person sea kayaks are bobbing and weaving among the rock towers beneath the stupendous sea cliffs at the south end of Kapiti Island. (more…)
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