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Trip Report: Phantom Cave

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During the 2012 seven-day expedition, our team managed to extend the known horizontal cave passage from 8,445 feet (2,475 meters) to 9,845 ft (3000 m), and the maximum depth from 79 feet freshwater (24 m) to a totally unexpected 237 ffw (72 m).

These numbers officially catapulted Phantom Springs Cave to the 14th deepest and 17th longest cave in Texas, also making it the third longest underwater cave in the United States (outside of Florida). We knew then that we had to return and finish what we had begun.

For further details of the 2012 expedition. http://www.admfoundation.org/projects/phantomcave2013/phantom2013.html

Trip Report: French, Swiss and Italian Alps with my children

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After months of preparation, the team finally set off for Dover to meet the rest of the expedition group and support team. Team set off at 5pm on the 20th July 2013, and had a good run down to London and then hit the M25!

GPS notified us of long tail backs but it was too late. 2 hours stuck in queue's doing 5 mph was not much fun. The campsite we had booked shut its gates at 9pm, and the GPS was displaying ETA 9.50pm! A quick call to the campsite was needed to let them of our situation. Thankfully they agreed to meet us and let us onto out pitch as long as we made it before 10pm! A heavy right foot was needed by the driver...!!!! At exactly 9.50pm as the GPS has displayed we arrived in the dark at 9.50pm, shown to our pitch, and the team jumped into action to make camp, and by 10.20pm everyone was tucked up in bed! An excellent sleep was had by everyone, and 6am next morning the driver was up and cooking eggs, bacon and beans for everyone. After breakfast Heidi and Markus did the washing up (bribed by the driver with a treat afterwards), and then went off to explore the campsite facilities. What a fantastic place!!! Shame we are only here for a few more hours, but this is one campsite to make a note of. The showers are brilliant and the best we have ever been to, large play area for kids and the pitches are fantastic and is only 30 mins from Dover. http/www.broadhembury.co.uk/

Check in for the ferry to France is at 11.00 am so the team is now enjoying the warm sun, and cannot see a cloud in the sky before packing up the tent and heading off to meet the rest group..!!!! T shirts, shorts, and sun glasses on..... Next stop France....... Alps Late update 21-7-12 Met the rest of the team on the Ferry crossing. 5 Vehicles in total. Stopped for provisions at a store as soon as we got off the ferry and then proceeded to the 1st campsite. Campsite has pool, so the driver and Heidi went for a swim to cool off, while Markus played on the assault course. Welcome briefing given by Alex from Atlas Overland, and plan for tomorrow is a 6 hour drive south. Team need to be packed up and on the road for 9am tomorrow. Markus and Heidi are not the only children on the trip. Lauren who is 9 years old is also part for the group, so all the kids are playing nicely. Markus and Heidi did the washing up again, (bribed by the driver), and are enjoying running wild at the campsites. Update again soon........... Alps Update 22-7-12 250 miles covered today all on main roads. We are now camped at Joinville. Another fantastic site with pool and great facilities.

Land Rover has developed a rattle, which as of yet we cannot track down what it is, but so far we still have forward motion...!!! Its getting hotter and windows now always down, and plenty of juice needed to keep everyone cool. 9 year old Lauren, who is also on the trip, is going to have her 10th birthday during our expedition. Seems like yesterday Markus was having his 10th birthday in Morocco... Lauren will be getting a card from everyone in the group. Tomorrows plan is to push further south, and then the off road sections will start. Kids still doing the washing up, but the driver is fast running out of sweets for the bribes....... Alps Update 23-7-12 After 841 miles from leaving Norwich, the team has finally arrived in the Alps. A long drive today on main roads, and we arrived at our campsite at 5pm. Our senses are on overload as the scenery is incredible..!!!!! Our campsite is surrounded by massive mountians. Its still very hot and Markus and Heidi are in shorts and T shirts enjoying the weather and staying cool by having water fights..!

The Land Rover rattle is still there, but we covered over 300 miles today so nothing has fell off and we still have forward motion. We were welcomed at the campsite with a complimentary fruit punch, which the driver made the most of.!!! We will now spend the next few days exploring the area on old tracks, which we have been told are not for the faint hearted... Alps Update 24-7-12 Team set off today at 10am to explore tracks around the area. We ascended to over 2100 Meters on single track dirt roads, which twisted and turned every few hundered meters! The trip today was not for the faint hearted, as we were driving along tracks with no barriers, and a shear drop to oblivion only inches from the wheels. Both Markus and Heidi hung on for dear life when they spotted the massive drops, and the driver was holding the steering wheel a bit tighter than normal...!!!! On a few occasions a 'shunt' was needed in order to get the Land Rover around the bends, and everyone held thier breath, as the Land Rover was stopped inches from the drop off and reversed in order to make it round. The driver is very glad that Markus helped fit new brake pads before the trip..!!! The scenery was stunning, and the camera does not give the area justice.

I recommend everyone come and explore this area, as the views are just incredible...!!!! On the decent we drove a fantastic tarmac road through amazing mountian tunnels and also drove down part of the Tour De France section. I have no idea why anyone would want to subject themselves to biking up those gradients........ !!!??? Everyone arrived back at Camp HQ, and proceeded to have a water fight to cool down, and Markus and Heidi made sure the driver was soaked...!!! The camp shower was also used to cool everyone and to clean off all the dust from the days exploring. Tomorrow we move on from this area and will be exploring other routes...... Alps Update 25-7-12 What an incredible day..!!!! The team and the rest of the group made it to the top of the Glacier at 3000M (10,000ft). The route was hair raising and needed 300% concentration from the driver. ''Oh MY GOD we are going to die'', was Heidi's comment as we started to ascend up towards the Glacier. The Land Rover bounced and scambled up the tracks. I was glad I had fitted underbody protection..!!!!! Low range and diff lock was needed all the way up..!!! Markus and Heidi enjoyed exploring the Glacier once we arrived at the top, and had fun jumping around in the snow.

The team is now in Italy, and had a fantastic drive over mountian passes and across the French, Italian border. The scenes were stunning, and we have never seen rivers and lakes with such incredible blue colour! The forests are amazing and the smell of the pine is strong as you drive though the area. We are going to explore some old military roads tomorrow, and will finish the day off with a BBQ Alps Update 26-7-12 Another fantastic day with incredible scenery!! After our 'griefing' as Heidi calls it (meant to be briefing) at 9am we set off to explore the tracks. We made it along more cliff edge routes up to 2500 meters, and Alex our support guide gave us interesting insite into the history of the battles in the area which explained the secret forts and memorials. The tracks twisted and turned and the Land Rover bounced over these with ease, and we even had a muddy section which we managed to get through with the help of the diff lock. Low range was needed most of the time until we got back onto tarmac. Once on tarmac we started to make our way down on roads which had severe twists and turns. All seemed to be going well until about halfway down and team Global adventures Land Rover losts all its brakes!

The driver quickly pumped the pedal, and managed to gain some usage out of the brakes again. This continued all the way down until the road levelled out and the brakes started to operate as normal again. Brake fade is something that most people encounter, but this was extreme, as the pedal hit the floor of the Land Rover, and we had nothing until a few pumps of the pedal was applied!!! As soon as the brakes had cooled from the hard work, everything worked as normal..!! First thing we shall do once back in UK is replace all the brake fluid.....!!! BBQ was lit at the end of the day and a few beers consumed, kids needed a good wash , and both fell asleep within seconds of hitting the pillow..!! Tomorrow we are going to be following in the footsteps of Hannibal and his elephants..!! Alps Update 27-7-12 The emergency sweets had to be opened last night as one of Heidi's front tooth fell out and she accidentally swallowed it! She was upset to think that the tooth fairy would not come as she could not put it under her pillow.

Thankfully the Italian tooth fairy came and slide some Euro's into the tent... As before we had our 'griefing', and headed out to explore the Hannibal's trail. What an excellent route with challenging sections, and amazing scenery..!!!!! The Land Rover coped well and brakes behaved themselves. Diff lock and low range was needed for most of the route! Lunch was had beside an amazing lake with incredible blue coloured water, which of course the kids just had to dip thier toes into. We are now back in France at Bourg-Saint-Maurice and will be here for the next 3 days. Tomorrow is a rest day, and I have booked the Land Rover into a local garage to have the brake fluid flushed and replaced, to ensure I do not boil the brake fluid again on steep mountain passes...!! Sunday is planned to be a day at Europe's biggest offroad course, so the team are looking forward to having a bit of fun after out rest day tomorrow. Markus and Heidi are still full of smiles, and are enjoying every minute...!!!! The driver is looking forward to his rest day tomorrow!

Alps Update 28-7-12 Nice relaxing day today, but woke up with loud thunder and lightening..!!!! Did the breakfast between downpours, and ran back and forth to the washing machine between storms..! Took the Land Rover to have its brake fluid flushed, and 30 mins later its all done with fresh fluid. Heidi and Markus played all day either in the roof tent when it was raining, or ran around the campsite when the sun was out. Neither of them missed a TV, X box or U tube....!!! The first aid kit had to be opened due to the fact one of Heidi's teddys nose fell off, so it was stuck back on ASAP..! Off to Europe's biggest offroad course tomorrow, but if it keeps raining then, its going to be an interesting day..! The course sits on the side of a mountain at 2500 meters, and apparently you need low box just to get to the course..! Alps Update 29-7-12 Everyone slept very well and woke up to sunshine again. The team headed off to Europes biggest offroad course, to have a day practicing 4x4 techniques and skills, and also to explore the area. This is the first course I have been on when you need low box and diff lock engaged just to get to the site!

The site sits on a mountain at around 2700 Meters!! We were given a guide of the site by Alex our team leader and we marked the lunch spot with our GPS, as the site is so big, you need a GPS to find your way back...!!!! Everyone had great fun, and severe hill climbs and obstacles were tackled, and Team Global Adventures even made it across a balance beam. Deep water was also negotiated, and tricky rock sections also negotiated. After a fun day, everyone headed back to camp, to make the evening meal and Heidi then announced that Dad's cooking was waaaayyyyy better than Macdonalds...... Another end to a great day...!!! Alps Update 30-7-12 Lovely relaxing day! Sun beaming down and not a cloud in the sky. Heidi and Markus decided to try out the assault course near the camp site and scrambled up nets and slide down slides most of the afternoon. They also had a second go at the bungie's which were close to the campsite, and Markus managed to do double front and back flips!! Land Rover topped up with fuel and cleaned ready for the next part of the adventure. The team are going to enter Switzerland tomorrow, and apparently the Swiss do not take kindly to 4x4 covered in Alps mud, hence everyone was instructed to clean their vehicles.Food supplies have been replenished, and it has been a challenge for the team to try and buy food and drinks, when none of us can understand the language! Our planned campsite is directly on the shores of Lake Geneva, so the team will be dipping their toes into the lake before heading off into the city to explore.

Alps Update 31-7-12 The morning started with celebrating Lauren's 10th Birthday. Cup cakes were handed around and everyone sang several versions of Happy Birthday. The drive started with a road that twisted and turned that made you dizzy, and we started to climb . At 10am we stopped for a coffee break and both Markus and Heidi had ice cream's to help celebrate Lauren's birthday. Although Heidi was least impressed with the outside toilet at the cafe, and the long drop type loo.... We continued to climb and passed incredible scenery, although nothing prepared us for the view at Lunch time..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We rounded the corner and in front of us was an amazing view of Mt Blanc..! The view was breathtaking, and we spent the hour gazing at the view. Never has the team had lunch at 2000M height and had a view like that before. (see the pictures) We continued towards Switzerland, and had to negotiate more twisting roads, with suicidal bikers who have a habit of overtaking you doing 40 MPH..!!! Its a shock to see a cyclist overtake you at such speeds, but they can easily get up to 40 MPH on these mountain roads. We finally entered Switzerland and found our campsite which we were astounded to find the campsite directly on the shore of Lake Geneva..!!!!!!

We quickly made camp, put on our swimming stuff and jumped into Lake Geneva for a swim..!! There is a floating platform off the beach at about 50M, and to my amazement both kids flung themselves into the Lake and swam out to the raft, and then proceeded to jump off it over and over again!!! Smiles all round, and laughter was heard well into the afternoon..!! What a great day, and we are here for tomorrow so the fun will continue.................... Alps Update 1-8-12 The morning started with Heidi and I having an early morning swim in Lake Geneva. We swam out to the floating pontoon again, but had to stop halfway to let 4 swans pass by us. We then sat on the pontoon and counted 18 swans, 1 Crane who was looking for his morning fish, and 100's of ducks. Markus was still half asleep so declined to join us. After a lazy breakfast, we jumped on a bus and headed off into town to explore Geneva. Heidi and Markus enjoyed standing under the massive powerful water jet that is a symbol of Geneva, and cooled down in the spray from the jet. We also took a solar powered small train around the city to see the sights. Markus and Heidi's highlight was driving the mini boats that were on hire, and spent 15 mins driving around Lake Geneva in their own mini cruise liner.

Town was very hot, so even several ice creams could not keep the team cool, so we headed back and quickly jumped in the pool, and are then going to finish the day with an evening swim back in the Lake, as tomorrow we say goodbye to Switzerland and start our route North..... Alps Update 2-8-12 None of us had a very good nights sleep, as Switzerland were celebrating and the whole coast of Lake Geneva exploded with 100's of fireworks well into the night.The whole group were rather quiet as we all knew today would be rather boring roads heading North as we are coming to the end of our expedition. The day was as expected as we left Geneva and then crossed the border again and cruised along the French motorways. Markus and Heidi soon fell asleep. At record speed we all arrived at Joinville, and set camp, and the adults raced down to the bar to make use of the happy hour..!!! Markus, Heidi and Lauren raced to the childrens area, and spent the rest of the day swinging from the monkey bars, and going down the slides. Both Markus and Heidi have told me they have loved the trip, and we are all discussing where we should explore next. Suggestions have been - Portugal, Further south into Italy, Germany, Iceland, Poland, Arctic Circle, Egypt, Tunisia and back to Morocco......... Who knows where the next trip will be....?!!! Tomorrow is another long drive to get close to Dunkirk, to get ready for the ferry back to the UK.....

Alps Update 3-8-12 Markus and Heidi had to be dragged out of bed this morning, as neither of them wanted to get up. The group was away sharp at 9am for the long drive north to St Omar. The drive was long and boring on the French Northern Roads, and the drive was only interrupted by the expensive French tolls, which had great delight in relieving us of our last few Euro's. We eventually arrived at St Omar, and both Heidi and Markus quickly jumped into the pool with Lauren, while some fo the adults went and visited the V2 Missile site, which was incredible! We all said our goodbye's to Alex who was our support crew from Atlas Overland and we all pitched camp. Tomorrow is a very short drive to the ferry terminal for the crossing back to Dover, followed by the drive back to Norwich. Both Markus and Heidi were a little upset when we arrived at the last campsite, as they said they have had an excellent time and are going to miss all of the group. I will do a final Blog once the Global Adventure team have arrived back home in Norwich, but I can honestly say both Markus and Heidi have been absolutely incredible during this expedition, and they have done the washing up everyday, helped with making and breaking camp, plus have helped each other, and also have made great friends with Lauren and the rest of the group.

To date we have covered 1800 Miles, on very steep tracks, rocky glaciers, through rutted forest tracks, and long motorways, and both Heidi and Markus have coped amazingly well!!! I am very proud of them both, and will have great fun in planning the next Global Adventure expedition with the team..!!! Alps Final update 4-8-12 The Global Adventure team has made it home after a 2100 mile trip around the Alps. Both Markus and Heidi coped incredibly well, and they both enjoyed the expedition. There are so many highlights of the trip from the 3000 Meter Glacier from following the Hannible route, to swimming in Lake Geneva, nobody can decide which was the best bit of the trip! We all agree that the lowlight was the Northern French roads which are rather boring.

The weather was excellent and we only had one day of rain, and all team members have come home with a nice tan and loads of great memories!!! Alex from Atlas Overland did a superb job of managing to keep the whole group together and to arrive at the planned destinations on time. He was also excellent at enlighting us of the history of the areas we were in at the time. The Land Rover coped well, and apart from the slight issue with boiling the brake fluid (which the driver had to change his pants afterwards!!) it did not need any major repairs. We have made some new friends which we hope to see again during our future travels, and have experienced parts of France, Italy and Switzerland which not many people have had the chance to explore. 

Botswana Recce

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Botswana 28-4-13 We have arrived in Johannesburgh..!!! 4.30am the alarm was set and at 5am I met Karl at Norwich International Airport. After a quick check in we then had to be robbed by Norwich Airport and pay the ridiculous 'developement fee' of 10 GBP before we could continue through to security. Norwich Airport security was very strict, and we were almost naked before we could pass through the scanners.... Shoes off, belts off, jackets off watches off. There was several questions about the contents of our hand luggage before we finally were let through. We made a dash to the lounge area where I have a loyality card, which meant Karl and I could enjoy some 'refeshments' before the flight at 6.20am.

Short 35 min flight and we then landed in Amsterdam. Karl had booked 'assistance' with KLM, which meant that we were greeted by the ground staff and Karl was whisked away in his own personal mini bus and wheel chair. I managed to tag along as his 'official' helper..... :D. We then got driven directly to the next gate, which was handy as the arrival gate and our departure gate seemed opposite ends of the Airport! Once on the 777 Aircraft we settled down and got ready for the 10 hour flight. Karl found the seats rather uncomfortable and wished he could have upgraded..! During the flight we spoke to a local South African who told us what to watch out for and what to see.

Apparently Monkeys know how to open zips and Snakes will be seeking sun this time of year so will not be hiding. We arrived at Jo-Burgh and we met by the KLM ground staff again who whisked Karl away on a wheel chair. Two local guys sped Karl though the airport and to Passport control. At passport control the immigration officer looked at Karl's passport and told him he is refusing entry for Karl...... He did not beleive that Karl had no stamps in his passport, and did not believe that Karl had never been outside Europe. I noticed a little smerk come from the immigration officer, but Karl started to get rather concerned.... ;). After 5 mins of cheeky banter, the immigration officer stamped Karls passport and let him through. The officer then looked at my passport and fell about laughing at my hand written Indian work visa...... We are now at the Protea hotel and both Karl and I are tired from a long days travel, so its off to bed and up for breakfast tomorrow and get ready to meet the Bushlore team and our collect our hire 4x4.

Botswana 29-4-13 Waterburgh wilderness resort- After a great nights sleep in the hotel, Karl and I met for breakfast. The breakfast offered was fantastic and both Karl and I made the most of it as we knew that we were going to be heading into the Wilderness soon. At 8.50am Bushlore picked us up and we sped across Johannesburg for 45 mins to meet Clyde and Nicole, and to pick up our Defender for the trip. Our first impressions of Johannesburg, was that it looked a clean city with brilliant network of roads (which puts the UK to shame). Karl noticed that all the houses had 6ft high security barbed wire fences. Once we were at the Bushlore HQ, we did the necessary paperwork, and where then given an orientation of the vehicle. Its a 110 Defender with 2 x roof tents, split charge system, Internal water tank, Engel Fridge, High lift jack, Winch, Satellite phone, Garmin GPS with T4A mapping, 2 x gas bottles for cooking, Sand mats plus 4 large boxes which contain everything you could possibly need for cooking, breakdowns, Tyre repairs, recovery equipment etc.

We then were introduced to Nicole who gave us a briefing of our route. This included a pack with detailed maps, GPS positions and directions. We were then handed the keys and we were off..!! First stop was to stock up for lunch, evening meal and breakfast. We could not do a large shop as there are strict regulations for crossing the border into Botswana with regard to food. Several bottles of water were packed and we grabbed some Biltong to eat on the way. We set the Sat Nav for Waterbugh wilderness resort and proceeded to head out of Johannesburg. The route out went surprisingly well. Only once did we miss a turning but we soon back tracked and only lost 15 mins. The route North of the city went from busy multiple network of roads to one quiet dual carriage way with only the toll booths to stop your progress. Approx 3 hours later we turned off the tarmac and arrived at the Waterburgh main gate. 10 Kilometers later down a bumpy dirt road we then came across another gate for the resort. We panicked slightly as there was a padlock on the gate but after closer inspection the padlock was only holding a bit of wire onto the gate, so we quickly opened and proceeded through.

Up and down hills, through rivers on a dusty track we finally found the campsite. We were greeted with a huge smile from Les who is the campsite guide, and were shown around our accommodation. Karl elected to take the more upmarket camp, while I just fell in love with the Canvas house complete with a double bed, solar powered lighting and a bath..!!! Karl and I both have fully fitted outside kitchens, and I have an outside shower with hot and cold water, while Karl has a small pool and fire pit area. After settling into our camps, we decided to go on a quick drive around the site. Les jumped into our Land Rover to be our guide. He is from Zimbabwe and has not had a day off since December! He stays at the camp all the time, and does not have much to keep him entertained. However his love for the animals was obvious. Les took us through another small river crossing past a Dam and up to the highest point of the area which is marked on the map as great for sundowners.

We stopped at the top and spotted Wilderbeast and Zebra just below us. We had also seen Waterhog and Kudu on the way into the camp. We then proceeded down the hill again, and were just about to round a corner when Karl shouted Giraffe! Poking his head just over the tree tops was a young Giraffe. W e stopped and waited to see if he would move. He just stood there so we inched the Land Rover forward and around the corner and we delighted to see two youngsters and an Adult who was towering above the trees. Lez thought the youngsters were maybe about 4 years old. We just stayed still and they became curious and came a bit closer to us. Both Karl and I were snapping away with our cameras! We then decided to head back to camp as it was getting dark and start the fire ready to cook our steaks which were delicious. The night sky was ablaze with stars since there was no light pollution, and the sounds coming from the surrounding wildlife was incredible. Both Karl and I decided to head off to bed very early as it had been another busy day and we wanted to get up early since we will be crossing the border into Botswana tomorrow and heading for the Rhino Sanctuary and meeting Oyvind and Sheelah from Kapp2Cape. What a fantastic first day!

Botswana 30-4-13 Khama Rhino sanctuary We said goodbye to Lazeroth and headed for the Botswana border. The road was good and we managed to average about 100 km/hr most of the way. The only obstacles we the wild animals that roamed around the side of the road, which often wandered into the road without warning. Eventually we arrived at the Border and stopped our vehicle and got out to exit South Africa. The process we simple and painless. We then had to exit the vehicle from South Africa. This was relatively simple, and just needed another form and a small exit fee to be paid. Once we had exited South Africa we then drove 20M and had to then enter Botswana. This consisted of a quick vehicle check to ensure we were not carrying any restricted fruits, or meats.

Within 60 mins we were through border control and into Botswana. The next stage was to change money which conveniently there was several containers with the words money exchange just outside the border gates. We selected one of the containers and changed our money to the local Pula. We then set our sat nav to the Khama Rhino Sanctuary and sped off. However our speed was soon reduced and there were several pot holes in the road which were the size of bomb craters!! We then spent the next 30 kilometres weaving around all the massive pot holes. If you were to hit one of these pot holes at speed then you would do some serious damage to your vehicle! We noticed a small town near to the Khama Rhino Sanctuary called Palapye. We decided to stop there to load up with supplies. It was a nice little town with street sellers and local shops selling everything from bits of string to Onions. We also decided to change some more dollars and went into a Bureau De Change.

There were two ques inside and we just picked one que as there were no signs. After about 45 mins of queuing we got to the teller who promptly told us we were in the wrong que!! We apologised for being dumb tourists and nipped over to the other teller to change the money. Finally we were on our way to the Rhino Sanctuary! At 16.30 we pulled in to the campsite and registered. We were told that game driving was only allowed between sunrise and sunset, so we elected to make camp and cook our evening meal. Just as we had finished our evening meal a familiar voice was heard, and Oyvind from Kapp2Cape came walking out of the bush! Kapp2Cape and Global Adventures finally met after several months of planning. We grabbed our seats, torches and a bottle of brandy and headed over to Oyvind and Sheelahs camp. We sat around the fire sampling Oyvinds Venison sausages. He plan for the next morning was to get up VERY early to do a game drive before heading off. Karl was not very amused by this, as he was not use to crack of dawn starts.

We all bedded down at 9pm ready for tomorrows adventures!!!! Botswana 1-5-13 Kalahari I woke at 4.30am so decided to get up and have a shower and have breakfast as I knew this was going to be a long day. After a while Karl woke and was not amused at the early morning walk up call at 5.30am! Amazingly we managed to be all packed up and met Oyvind and Sheelah at 6.40am for our Game drive in the park. Thankfully Oyvind agreed to lead as we were still red eyed from the early morning and they had been out for a game drive already so had an idea where to go. We set off along sandy tracks and stopped at a few viewing points over the plains. Grembok, Wilderbeast, Springbok, Zebra and Giraffe were all spotted but the Rhino decided to stay hidden for that morning. We then headed out of the camp and back onto the road to make our way to the Kalahari. We had a long drive ahead, and made good progress but we had to stop at the National Park office to pay our park fees for the trip. On arrival we were surprised to find the office shut! It was a holiday, so a quick text to Bushlore confirmed we could pay our park fees at the gate. So off we went in search of the main gate for the Kalahari park.

All of a sudden my GPS told me to make a left turn, which I did onto a sandy track. The GPS then said 80 KM to the campsite.!!!! The main gate was 40KM along the track! We bumped and swayed and rattled down this track for ages getting deeper and deeper into the Kalahari. Finally we found the main gate and paid our fees and headed off in search of our first campsite. The tracks we very rough and corrugated with the odd deep sandy section. We finally found our campsite but by this time the sun had set so we had to make camp in the dark. However once we had settled down, we looked up at the sky and were amazed with the night sky!

It was incredible! We all bedded down at 9pm as we were all shattered. However it was a strange feeling being tucked up in the roof tent 80Km deep into the Kalahari. This is not somewhere that you can call to get help quickly! I fell asleep wondering what animals might be sniffing around our tent during the night.. Botswana 2-5-13 Kalahari night 2 I woke at about 7am, and had a fantastic nights sleep!! Oyvind and Sheelah had already packed up and were heading out for an early morning game drive. Oyvind had looked around the camp that morning and had confirmed nothing had been sniffing around our tent. We then packed up camp and also headed out at around 8.30am. Our next nights stop was 30 Km further into the Kalahari! We bumped and bounced along the tracks and spotted all sorts of animals. Every so often we would stop and scan the horizon with our binoculars but sometimes the animals would burst out of the bush and run in front of the Land Rover. We found our 2nd campsite at around 12pm, so Karl and I elected to head even deeper into the Kalahari and spent the next 3 hours going a further 30Km.

We then returned to the campsite and wanted to relax but there was a swarm of bees which kept attacking Karl and I so we jumped back into the Land Rover and went for another drive. We returned to camp later to find the bees had gone. However we were sharing our camp with a family of ground squirrels which we watched for ages, until all of a sudden we heard a noise and out of the bush came a fox with one of the ground squirrels in it mouth.

It ran right through our campsite and did not seem bothered we were there. Oyvind and Sheelah made a fantastic stew and we sat and listened to the noises in the night and wondered at the stars. Somethng was making a lot of noise close to our tent while we were cooking but nobody really knew what it was.. I have never been in a place so remote. Its an amazing experience being somewhere so distant from anything. This is one nights camping I shall never forget..!!!!! Botswana 3-5-13 Khamuga campsite Another 5 am start as we had to do the long drive out of the Kalahari. When we left we backtracked most of the way, but this time we took a slightly different route before we got to the main gate. We were bouncing along the sandy tracks looking out for all the usual animals when suddenly Karl shouted Blood hell Lions..!! Right in the middle of the track were two massive male lions who were sunbathing themselves on the track.

As they spotted us they got up and slowly walked into the bush. We were absolutely buzzing with excitement and were chatting about the experience as we moved off then again Karl shouted Lions again. Right in the middle of the track was another male lion walking right towards us!!! The adrenaline was pumping fast now as he got closer, and we quickly decided to wind the windows up!! The Lion then stopped and took one look at us and then walked off into the bush. We moved forward to see if we could see where he went and had the fight of our lives when we spotted him right beside the track no more than 2ft away from the Land Rover. He was just lying down licking himself and yawning. His eyes looked right at us which is a sight I will never forget.!!!

After that experience we were like little kids and were smiling and giggling all the way back to the main gate. We finally left the Kalahari and headed to Khamuga Campsite. A short drive along a tarmac road and then we headed off onto a dirt track and then onto a ferry..! The ferry can only be described as a true African style ferry! See the photos for what I mean! We arrived at Khamuga and started to sort the Land Rover out as the back was in rather a mess. However the back door lock had jammed and we could not get into the back of the Land Rover. This meant we also could not get any of our camping kitchen equipment out! A tin of corn beef it was for tea! A quick call to Bushlore and we were booked into Land Rover garage in Maun tomorrow to get it sorted. We then headed off for a game drive and we astonished at the amount of Elephants all around the park!

They were everywhere and only a few meters from the Land Rover. We spent 3 hours driving in deep sandy tracks making sure not to get stuck, and stopping every 5 mins to photo the many Elephants who were either bathing, drinking or giving themselves a mud bath. What a fantastic day! Lions in the morning, with loads of Elephants in the afternoon! Can it get much better then this???!!!!!!! Botswana 4-5-13 Thamalakane river lodge Another 6am start and we were off through the National Park and we had decided to exit through the North Gate. For about 2 hours we bumped and swayed down deep sandy tracks which were power sapping. Low range diff lock was needed and a heavy right foot to battle through the tracks. Not much game was seen this morning but after yesterday no one was really bothered as it would be hard to top yesterdays sightings. We stopped at the North gate and signed out of the park and headed for Maun.

Maun is a big town and is the last place to stock up before heading further north. We stopped at Maun and got provisions for 5 days as we will not see civilization for 5 days after today. Fuel was topped up to the max and we then headed off to Land Rover at Maun to get our back door fixed. The lock had jammed shut and since all the cooking equipment was in a storage drawer at the back then we could not cook anything unless we got the back door open. Charles at Land Rover Maun worked all afternoon to fix our back door. We then headed off to the Thamalakane Lodge and what a shock we got when we arrived! What a fantastic place!!! Right on the rivers edge and signs around saying beware of the Hippos and Crocodiles! The lodges were just luxury and were a welcome rest from the roof tents! We showered and got some washing done then headed straight to the bar! I think we will sleep well tonight after our steak beside the river washed down with a few of the local brews!

Botswana 5-5-13 Third Bridge After a fantastic night we set off for Third Bridge campsite at Moremi. If you thought that we would be crossing 3 well constructed bridges you would be wrong! One thing I have learnt from this trip is never to rely solely on your GPS! We have had a couple of occasions that the GPS co-ordinates that were supplied were not quite accurate! Oyvind and Sheelah had great fun in watching Karl and I blindly follow the GPS and then watch us scratch our heads when we did not end up where we thought! A good old paper map, is always good to refer to, and we shall not blindly follow the GPS anymore! Our GPS stated that the Third Bridge campsite was 9.9Km from the Main gate. It was actually more like 38Km!!!! I was glad I took a second GPS so to cross reference. We set off to find our campsite and within 100 Meters of the main gate were 3 Giraffe (Now becoming rather common!!) The tracks were deep with sand and diff lock was needed and sometimes low range, and a heavy right foot to power through some of the sections. We then rounded a corner and spotted a herd of Elephants drinking at a water hole.

We stopped and watched them for 10 mins until they started to walk off. We watched which direction they were going and noticed that they would be walking right across our track. We edged closer and within a few minutes we watched as the first Elephant gingerly put his foot onto the track to cross. He seemed to stop and look at us and was checking to see if we were ok, and he could cross. He stepped out and very soon was followed by about 15 other Elephants, with some baby calfs following. We were about to head off when half of the herd then crossed back over to the other side. Now we had a dilemma!!! To proceed meant driving through the middle of the herd, but if we sat there we could have been there all day waiting for them to move, as we still had 30 Km to go to our campsite. We very slowly edged forward and kept the engine revs down.

As we got in the middle of the herd one Elephant on each side of the track spun round and glared at us. To say that Karl and I were concerned was an understatement! We were cra**ing ourselves! Thankfully the two Elephants just watched us drive past, and didnt show any signs of charging. With a wipe of our brows we were though. We bounced and bucked and came to the First bridge which we could avoid as there was a track past it. The second bridge was collapsed so we managed to avoid that one as well. We did not need to go over Third Bridge as our campsite was in front of Third Bridge, but I think we will need to go over that in a couple of days. There is no way around Third bridge from what I can see, and the construction of all the bridges is old tree trunks and nothing else.! We arrived at the camp at 2pm, so for the first time of the trip, we could relax in the afternoon. We had Papaya and Lime for lunch, but then discussed the fact we had lime in the rubbish bin which could attract Elephants! The Lime was quickly disposed of, as we had enough close encounters with Elephants today! For the first time we had a relaxing afternoon and we all decided not to go for a game drive and just relax.

Oyvind spotted some Hippos in the river right beside our campsite and we could hear them grunting and snorting. Karl elected to cook some stew, as he enjoyed the stew that Oyvind and Sheelah made in the Kalahari, so we set about preparing the food. The fire was lit, and Karls stew was soon bubbling over the fire. The Hippos kept on grunting and we also heard Hyenas in the distance. The sun went down and the stars came alive in the African sky once again. As we sat around the fire we also heard the roar of Lions. It was a surreal experience sitting around the fire very deep inside the Okavango Delta listening to Hippo, Hyena and Lion as we eat Karlss stew! After tea I elected to do the washing up, but there was no lights at the toilets, and I could hear rustling in the bushes, so I decided to do the washing up in the morning when it was light.!!! We went to bed at the usual late time of 9pm, and I sat in my tent listening to the Hippos grunting and snorting and splashing about, the Hyenas crying and the Lions roaring, the frogs calling, the crickets chirping, plus I had the other pleasure of Karl snoring!!!! This would not be a quiet night in the bush!!

After a fantastic night we set off for Third Bridge campsite at Moremi. If you thought that we would be crossing 3 well constructed bridges you would be wrong! One thing I have learnt from this trip is never to rely solely on your GPS! We have had a couple of occasions that the GPS co-ordinates that were supplied were not quite accurate! Oyvind and Sheelah had great fun in watching Karl and I blindly follow the GPS and then watch us scratch our heads when we did not end up where we thought! A good old paper map, is always good to refer to, and we shall not blindly follow the GPS anymore! Our GPS stated that the Third Bridge campsite was 9.9Km from the Main gate. It was actually more like 38Km!!!! I was glad I took a second GPS so to cross reference. We set off to find our campsite and within 100 Meters of the main gate were 3 Giraffe (Now becoming rather common!!) The tracks were deep with sand and diff lock was needed and sometimes low range, and a heavy right foot to power through some of the sections. We then rounded a corner and spotted a herd of Elephants drinking at a water hole. We stopped and watched them for 10 mins until they started to walk off.

We watched which direction they were going and noticed that they would be walking right across our track. We edged closer and within a few minutes we watched as the first Elephant gingerly put his foot onto the track to cross. He seemed to stop and look at us and was checking to see if we were ok, and he could cross. He stepped out and very soon was followed by about 15 other Elephants, with some baby calfs following. We were about to head off when half of the herd then crossed back over to the other side. Now we had a dilemma!!! To proceed meant driving through the middle of the herd, but if we sat there we could have been there all day waiting for them to move, as we still had 30 Km to go to our campsite. We very slowly edged forward and kept the engine revs down. As we got in the middle of the herd one Elephant on each side of the track spun round and glared at us. To say that Karl and I were concerned was an understatement!

We were cra**ing ourselves! Thankfully the two Elephants just watched us drive past, and didnt show any signs of charging. With a wipe of our brows we were though. We bounced and bucked and came to the First bridge which we could avoid as there was a track past it. The second bridge was collapsed so we managed to avoid that one as well. We did not need to go over Third Bridge as our campsite was in front of Third Bridge, but I think we will need to go over that in a couple of days. There is no way around Third bridge from what I can see, and the construction of all the bridges is old tree trunks and nothing else.! We arrived at the camp at 2pm, so for the first time of the trip, we could relax in the afternoon. We had Papaya and Lime for lunch, but then discussed the fact we had lime in the rubbish bin which could attract Elephants! The Lime was quickly disposed of, as we had enough close encounters with Elephants today! For the first time we had a relaxing afternoon and we all decided not to go for a game drive and just relax. Oyvind spotted some Hippos in the river right beside our campsite and we could hear them grunting and snorting. Karl elected to cook some stew, as he enjoyed the stew that Oyvind and Sheelah made in the Kalahari, so we set about preparing the food.

The fire was lit, and Karls stew was soon bubbling over the fire. The Hippos kept on grunting and we also heard Hyenas in the distance. The sun went down and the stars came alive in the African sky once again. As we sat around the fire we also heard the roar of Lions. It was a surreal experience sitting around the fire very deep inside the Okavango Delta listening to Hippo, Hyena and Lion as we eat Karlss stew! After tea I elected to do the washing up, but there was no lights at the toilets, and I could hear rustling in the bushes, so I decided to do the washing up in the morning when it was light.!!! We went to bed at the usual late time of 9pm, and I sat in my tent listening to the Hippos grunting and snorting and splashing about, the Hyenas crying and the Lions roaring, the frogs calling, the crickets chirping, plus I had the other pleasure of Karl snoring!!!! This would not be a quiet night in the bush!! After a fantastic night we set off for Third Bridge campsite at Moremi. 

If you thought that we would be crossing 3 well constructed bridges you would be wrong! One thing I have learnt from this trip is never to rely solely on your GPS! We have had a couple of occasions that the GPS co-ordinates that were supplied were not quite accurate! Oyvind and Sheelah had great fun in watching Karl and I blindly follow the GPS and then watch us scratch our heads when we did not end up where we thought! A good old paper map, is always good to refer to, and we shall not blindly follow the GPS anymore! Our GPS stated that the Third Bridge campsite was 9.9Km from the Main gate. It was actually more like 38Km!!!! I was glad I took a second GPS so to cross reference. We set off to find our campsite and within 100 Meters of the main gate were 3 Giraffe (Now becoming rather common!!) The tracks were deep with sand and diff lock was needed and sometimes low range, and a heavy right foot to power through some of the sections. We then rounded a corner and spotted a herd of Elephants drinking at a water hole. We stopped and watched them for 10 mins until they started to walk off. We watched which direction they were going and noticed that they would be walking right across our track.

We edged closer and within a few minutes we watched as the first Elephant gingerly put his foot onto the track to cross. He seemed to stop and look at us and was checking to see if we were ok, and he could cross. He stepped out and very soon was followed by about 15 other Elephants, with some baby calfs following. We were about to head off when half of the herd then crossed back over to the other side. Now we had a dilemma!!! To proceed meant driving through the middle of the herd, but if we sat there we could have been there all day waiting for them to move, as we still had 30 Km to go to our campsite. We very slowly edged forward and kept the engine revs down. As we got in the middle of the herd one Elephant on each side of the track spun round and glared at us. To say that Karl and I were concerned was an understatement! We were cra**ing ourselves!

Thankfully the two Elephants just watched us drive past, and didnt show any signs of charging. With a wipe of our brows we were though. We bounced and bucked and came to the First bridge which we could avoid as there was a track past it. The second bridge was collapsed so we managed to avoid that one as well. We did not need to go over Third Bridge as our campsite was in front of Third Bridge, but I think we will need to go over that in a couple of days. There is no way around Third bridge from what I can see, and the construction of all the bridges is old tree trunks and nothing else.! We arrived at the camp at 2pm, so for the first time of the trip, we could relax in the afternoon. We had Papaya and Lime for lunch, but then discussed the fact we had lime in the rubbish bin which could attract Elephants! The Lime was quickly disposed of, as we had enough close encounters with Elephants today! For the first time we had a relaxing afternoon and we all decided not to go for a game drive and just relax. Oyvind spotted some Hippos in the river right beside our campsite and we could hear them grunting and snorting.

Karl elected to cook some stew, as he enjoyed the stew that Oyvind and Sheelah made in the Kalahari, so we set about preparing the food. The fire was lit, and Karls stew was soon bubbling over the fire. The Hippos kept on grunting and we also heard Hyenas in the distance. The sun went down and the stars came alive in the African sky once again. As we sat around the fire we also heard the roar of Lions. It was a surreal experience sitting around the fire very deep inside the Okavango Delta listening to Hippo, Hyena and Lion as we eat Karlss stew! After tea I elected to do the washing up, but there was no lights at the toilets, and I could hear rustling in the bushes, so I decided to do the washing up in the morning when it was light.!!! We went to bed at the usual late time of 9pm, and I sat in my tent listening to the Hippos grunting and snorting and splashing about, the Hyenas crying and the Lions roaring, the frogs calling, the crickets chirping, plus I had the other pleasure of Karl snoring!!!! This would not be a quiet night in the bush!! After a fantastic night we set off for Third Bridge campsite at Moremi. If you thought that we would be crossing 3 well constructed bridges you would be wrong! One thing I have learnt from this trip is never to rely solely on your GPS! We have had a couple of occasions that the GPS co-ordinates that were supplied were not quite accurate! Oyvind and Sheelah had great fun in watching Karl and I blindly follow the GPS and then watch us scratch our heads when we did not end up where we thought! A good old paper map, is always good to refer to, and we shall not blindly follow the GPS anymore! Our GPS stated that the Third Bridge campsite was 9.9Km from the Main gate.

It was actually more like 38Km!!!! I was glad I took a second GPS so to cross reference. We set off to find our campsite and within 100 Meters of the main gate were 3 Giraffe (Now becoming rather common!!) The tracks were deep with sand and diff lock was needed and sometimes low range, and a heavy right foot to power through some of the sections. We then rounded a corner and spotted a herd of Elephants drinking at a water hole. We stopped and watched them for 10 mins until they started to walk off. We watched which direction they were going and noticed that they would be walking right across our track. We edged closer and within a few minutes we watched as the first Elephant gingerly put his foot onto the track to cross. He seemed to stop and look at us and was checking to see if we were ok, and he could cross. He stepped out and very soon was followed by about 15 other Elephants, with some baby calfs following. We were about to head off when half of the herd then crossed back over to the other side. Now we had a dilemma!!!

To proceed meant driving through the middle of the herd, but if we sat there we could have been there all day waiting for them to move, as we still had 30 Km to go to our campsite. We very slowly edged forward and kept the engine revs down. As we got in the middle of the herd one Elephant on each side of the track spun round and glared at us. To say that Karl and I were concerned was an understatement! We were cra**ing ourselves! Thankfully the two Elephants just watched us drive past, and didnt show any signs of charging. With a wipe of our brows we were though. We bounced and bucked and came to the First bridge which we could avoid as there was a track past it. The second bridge was collapsed so we managed to avoid that one as well. We did not need to go over Third Bridge as our campsite was in front of Third Bridge, but I think we will need to go over that in a couple of days. There is no way around Third bridge from what I can see, and the construction of all the bridges is old tree trunks and nothing else.!

We arrived at the camp at 2pm, so for the first time of the trip, we could relax in the afternoon. We had Papaya and Lime for lunch, but then discussed the fact we had lime in the rubbish bin which could attract Elephants! The Lime was quickly disposed of, as we had enough close encounters with Elephants today! For the first time we had a relaxing afternoon and we all decided not to go for a game drive and just relax. Oyvind spotted some Hippos in the river right beside our campsite and we could hear them grunting and snorting. Karl elected to cook some stew, as he enjoyed the stew that Oyvind and Sheelah made in the Kalahari, so we set about preparing the food. The fire was lit, and Karls stew was soon bubbling over the fire. The Hippos kept on grunting and we also heard Hyenas in the distance. The sun went down and the stars came alive in the African sky once again. As we sat around the fire we also heard the roar of Lions. It was a surreal experience sitting around the fire very deep inside the Okavango Delta listening to Hippo, Hyena and Lion as we eat Karlss stew! After tea I elected to do the washing up, but there was no lights at the toilets, and I could hear rustling in the bushes, so I decided to do the washing up in the morning when it was light.!!!

We went to bed at the usual late time of 9pm, and I sat in my tent listening to the Hippos grunting and snorting and splashing about, the Hyenas crying and the Lions roaring, the frogs calling, the crickets chirping, plus I had the other pleasure of Karl snoring!!!! This would not be a quiet night in the bush!! After a fantastic night we set off for Third Bridge campsite at Moremi. If you thought that we would be crossing 3 well constructed bridges you would be wrong! One thing I have learnt from this trip is never to rely solely on your GPS! We have had a couple of occasions that the GPS co-ordinates that were supplied were not quite accurate! Oyvind and Sheelah had great fun in watching Karl and I blindly follow the GPS and then watch us scratch our heads when we did not end up where we thought! A good old paper map, is always good to refer to, and we shall not blindly follow the GPS anymore! Our GPS stated that the Third Bridge campsite was 9.9Km from the Main gate. It was actually more like 38Km!!!! I was glad I took a second GPS so to cross reference. We set off to find our campsite and within 100 Meters of the main gate were 3 Giraffe (Now becoming rather common!!) The tracks were deep with sand and diff lock was needed and sometimes low range, and a heavy right foot to power through some of the sections.

We then rounded a corner and spotted a herd of Elephants drinking at a water hole. We stopped and watched them for 10 mins until they started to walk off. We watched which direction they were going and noticed that they would be walking right across our track. We edged closer and within a few minutes we watched as the first Elephant gingerly put his foot onto the track to cross. He seemed to stop and look at us and was checking to see if we were ok, and he could cross. He stepped out and very soon was followed by about 15 other Elephants, with some baby calfs following. We were about to head off when half of the herd then crossed back over to the other side. Now we had a dilemma!!! To proceed meant driving through the middle of the herd, but if we sat there we could have been there all day waiting for them to move, as we still had 30 Km to go to our campsite. We very slowly edged forward and kept the engine revs down. As we got in the middle of the herd one Elephant on each side of the track spun round and glared at us. To say that Karl and I were concerned was an understatement! We were cra**ing ourselves! Thankfully the two Elephants just watched us drive past, and didnt show any signs of charging. With a wipe of our brows we were though. We bounced and bucked and came to the First bridge which we could avoid as there was a track past it.

The second bridge was collapsed so we managed to avoid that one as well. We did not need to go over Third Bridge as our campsite was in front of Third Bridge, but I think we will need to go over that in a couple of days. There is no way around Third bridge from what I can see, and the construction of all the bridges is old tree trunks and nothing else.! We arrived at the camp at 2pm, so for the first time of the trip, we could relax in the afternoon. We had Papaya and Lime for lunch, but then discussed the fact we had lime in the rubbish bin which could attract Elephants! The Lime was quickly disposed of, as we had enough close encounters with Elephants today! For the first time we had a relaxing afternoon and we all decided not to go for a game drive and just relax. Oyvind spotted some Hippos in the river right beside our campsite and we could hear them grunting and snorting. Karl elected to cook some stew, as he enjoyed the stew that Oyvind and Sheelah made in the Kalahari, so we set about preparing the food. The fire was lit, and Karls stew was soon bubbling over the fire. The Hippos kept on grunting and we also heard Hyenas in the distance.

The sun went down and the stars came alive in the African sky once again. As we sat around the fire we also heard the roar of Lions. It was a surreal experience sitting around the fire very deep inside the Okavango Delta listening to Hippo, Hyena and Lion as we eat Karlss stew! After tea I elected to do the washing up, but there was no lights at the toilets, and I could hear rustling in the bushes, so I decided to do the washing up in the morning when it was light.!!! We went to bed at the usual late time of 9pm, and I sat in my tent listening to the Hippos grunting and snorting and splashing about, the Hyenas crying and the Lions roaring, the frogs calling, the crickets chirping, plus I had the other pleasure of Karl snoring!!!! This would not be a quiet night in the bush!! Botswana 6-5-13 Moroko trip (Third Bridge) I woke at 6.30am and had one of the best sleeps in ages! We were booked on a traditional canoe trip up the Okavango Delta at 10am. We looked at my Botswana book to see what type of canoe it would be and Karl had a heart attack as he realised that he was about to be sat in an old canoe and taken deep up the Okavango river where Crocodiles and Hippos might be! To get to the boat station took about 90 mins through various types of terrain and low box and diff lock needed all the time.We arrived at the boat station and the first thing that was thrust into our hands was a indemnity form! So at least if we got eaten by Crocodiles then the National Park would not be liable! We were taken up the river for about an hour where the local guide told us about the wildlife. It was so peaceful just floating up the river.

I could not help think of my Father when we were on this trip up the river as I knew he would have loved it. The water was very clear and we could see the bottom most of the time. Each side of the river was high reeds and the water was covered in water Lillys After an hour we turned around and drifted back to the start. It was a fantastic experience which I will never forget. To be so deep inside the Okavango Delta being taken up the Crocodile infested river in a Canoe was amazing!!!! We returned to camp by driving the second half of a loop and Karl enjoyed driving back. The track twisted and turned, and had some deep sandy sections.

Toubkal Unguided

Trip ReportBelinda KirkComment

Morocco has a lot to offer a traveller, particularly if theyve a head for heights. Jbel Toubkal, the highpoint of the Atlas Mountain Range, is one of the top destinations for many. More often than not ascents are undertaken with organised trekking companies and while this can be a good option for some, what if you want to go it alone?

I often see treks advertised to mesmerising destinations, enticing me to sign up to a tour and thought to myself I would love to have a go if I had the disposable income, but what if I cut out the middle man and plan my trip independently. Toubkal would be my first chance to test my theory and see if I have what it takes to go it alone. With any adventure, preparation and research are key. Fortunately these days the internet is a wealth of information, if you know where to look. I, of course, didnt know where to look, so Google it was. I quickly found that when you enter Toubkal in to search engine it spits out pages upon pages of adventure companies offering guided trek packages. Its easy to see why there is such an abundance of professionals offering their services. At 4,167m, Toubkal is the highest point of North Africa, theres no real bureaucracy associated with a visit and its close proximity to Europe means the lure of this mountain can be irresistible for hikers and for big business.

In an attempt to not contribute to this big business I wanted to summit Toubkal without the safety net, no support or comforts. Not just because I think I can do it at a fraction of the cost but because theres a greater sense of adventure to be had attempting this off my own back. After a few days of reading some of those elusive personal online blogs and tour operators schedules, I begin to gauge a feel for my upcoming trip and come up with my very own three day itinerary: Day 1) Arrive at Marrakesh Airport to head directly to the village of Imlil in the Atlas Mountains. Day 2) Trek from Imlil to the refuge. Day 3) Trek from the refuge to summit and then back to Imlil for a transfer to Marrakesh. Now I have an idea of what I want to achieve its time for the practicalities. I choose a bank holiday weekend to arrive in Morocco (so less time to take off work) and begin to make preparations. Its handy that both of the two refuges on the mountain are happy to answer any questions via email. I bombard them with questions. Will you be open? Do I need a reservation? How much will a night cost? Shall I bring a sleeping bag? How do I get to Imlil from the airport? A good idea is to also include a plan of what you want to do. That way they should be able to advise and offer any services you may need. Their replies reach my inbox within a couple of days. Each refuge offers to organise everything for me at a much lower price than the adventure companies.

It seems organising a summit attempt to Toubkal is a lot simpler then I expect it to be (or want it to be, really). Both offer pick-ups from the airport, accommodation in Imlil (or Aroumed, the next village along) plus food, guides, donkeys and accommodation in Marrakesh. The elder of the two is the CAF (Club Alpine Francis) Toubkal Refuge, sometimes still referred to by its previous name, Neltner. Then theres the newer and locally owned Les Mouflons Refuge. With all this in mind deciding which one to stay in is quite difficult. Theres really little in it; I suspect you cant go too wrong with either. Ultimately it will be down to price and my ability to haggle. Before I finally commit I turn to my circle of friends to see who would like to journey to the top of North Africa with me. Of course whilst I do enjoy their company I must admit my ulterior motive: as a large group well likely secure group discounts making this adventure more affordable for everyone. So in playing tour operator its not long before theres a total of ten in our party. With final numbers confirmed we do indeed secure a reasonable offer from Les Mouflons. Payment will be in local cash on arrival. Les Mouflons agree to organise our transfer and accommodation (half board) in Imlil. I politely decline their offer of guides and mules or donkeys. Instead our plan is to travel light, decant once at Imlil - leaving some baggage at our guest house - and then once more the next day at the refuge. Well be able to pick up our gear on the return journey.

After weeks of planning the day of landing at Marrakesh Airport has arrived. With customs cleared and baggage collected its straight to the cash points to withdraw enough local currency to pay for our trip, plus some extra just in case. We find an older man holding up a sign for Les Mouflons Refuge and within ten minutes were in a white minibus heading for the Atlas Mountains. Imlil is only 70km away from Marrakesh but it can take over ninety minutes to get there due to the winding roads into the mountain range. Imlil is a popular destination for hikers so theres plenty of opportunity to buy supplies, chocolate bars and water for the hike.

This is where we are dropped off at a lovely Moroccan guest house (which works in partnership with the refuge) in time for evening tea. Were at 1,740 metres above sea level as we watch the sun disappear behind the valley walls, sipping on our mint tea poured by our host, later followed by traditional Moroccan chicken couscous. Its an early night, for tomorrow the hard work begins. As we wake up in the morning at 8am theres a substantial breakfast waiting for us on the terrace. Within an hour we are ready to leave. Weve decanted and placed our larger bags in storage and head out towards Toubkal. We make our way to the start of the official trail through a forested section of Imlil with a few short switchbacks until we reach a track road above us hugging the valley wall. Then its about a kilometre along this track past Aroumed (the alternative to staying in Imlil for many visitors).

From here is a short walk over a rock field which looks like a very wide dry river bed before we arrive at the start of the official trail. The trail is clearly defined and non-technical, following the left side of the Isougouane Valley. Its dry and dusty but the base of the valley is very green presumably from all the melt water. Its still early but the temperature is rising quickly. After a few minutes were drenched in sweat. Birds of prey circle high above, dark rocky ridges covered in patches of snow all to a backdrop of bright blue skies: its definitely worth the hard work, truly stunning. This section of the hike should take between four and five hours normally. Along our narrow route we frequently have to give way to passing donkeys carrying luggage and supplies for other hikers. I conceded that after a few hours I begin to question my idea of not hiring a couple of mules or donkeys for our gear. However, as we venture through the valley we do pass a handful of shacks selling freshly squeezed OJ, and bottle drinks cooled by melt water from the mountains.

One of the great aspects of this trek is that there is no rush to get anywhere. Theres not much point reaching the refuge early and with our 9am departure there is plenty of time before night fall. As the afternoon sun heats up the valley it becomes increasingly hot, even at our altitude of over 2000 meters. It doesnt bear thinking how hot it will be in Marrakesh Later were told +40 degrees Celsius is normal.Ahead are some buildings. As we approach were greeted by some friendly locals who tell us this is the settlement of Sidi Chamharouch. At its centre is a huge, white painted boulder though from a distance it looks like a giant snowball. This is the last populated area before the refuges. We receive a few waves, smiles and offers to come visit the shop but we polity refuse and carry on. Then its over a bridge facing a waterfall and on to a handful of switch backs where we gain altitude substantially compared to the last couple of hours. Personally I hate switchbacks but they arent too repetitive. Its not long before were back to a gradual rock track. The trail gets narrower and as well as more rocky here though there are still large patches of grass being grazed by mountain goats. The difference in temperature is now noticeable and our sweat begins to feel really cold after only a few minutes of rest. The elevation also means the air is thinner and a few of our party begin to complain of headaches.

The pace slows and moral declines. The route snakes deeper and deeper into the Atlas Mountains, continually obscuring a straight line of sight to our destination. As we make our way past each bend our hopes of seeing the refuges in the distance spike then fade away. Its another hour and half before the welcome sight of the Refuges, though once in sight they continually disappear and reappear as the route drops and rises. Were still about 30 minutes away. At 3,200 meters we arrive at the refuge. Its a clich to say its a sight for sore eyes, but its true. The last few hours have been hard going. By now I have a splitting headache. All I want to do is lay down with a bottle of cola; fortunately the refuge has a well stocked tuck shop. The refuge is a grand building, but quite dark inside. The thick walls and a few small windows isolate it from the harsh winter but in the warmer months they keep any heat out. Even now in the summer we witness a hail storm just before dinner. The refuge is not warm but perhaps the exhaustion is making us all feel it even more. Theres a communal room with a stove radiating heat where a handful of other hikers are resting their feet.

We join them, exchanging stories and looking for someone whos been at the summit so they can tell us what awaits. One couple tell us its incredibly difficult but then again another group tell us they found it easier than the hike up to the refuge, so were still pretty much in the dark as to know what to expect. We sit down for our 7pm dinner in the nicely heated dining room for some turkey chops. I ask our group if anyone noticed any turkeys around. Its a unanimous no. All supplies here must make the long journey to the refuge by donkey from Imlil. After dinner its not long before we head to our dormitory, where again we decant to yet smaller packs. Electricity only runs for a few hours in the evening with lights out at about 10.30pm. Be warned, a torch is handy should midnight visits to the toilets be required. The night in the refuge is cold. I wish I had brought my sleeping bag but the refuges blankets have to suffice. Falling asleep at 3,200metes is a somewhat peculiar experience as you really have the time and absolute silence to notice how ones breathing is different, unfamiliar from what youve become use to hearing when falling asleep back home. Our alarms go at 5.30am for our 6am breakfast provided by the refuge; again were cold and looking forward to a glass of hot mint tea to warm us up.

There are showers but I'm convinced they'd be too cold to stomach, beside Im sure after five minutes out the door Ill have sweated enough to negate the purpose of a shower. Instantly the morning trek feels completely different from the ground we've covered so far. Just past the refuge we bridge a fast-flowing stream and are then faced with a steep and loose scree slope. This is the southern cwm, starting off at an approximately 45 degree angle. The route isnt obvious, only red markers painted on the rock and occasional graffiti give an indication which way to head upwards. With each step we hear rocks rolling downward. The morning sun remains hidden behind the surrounding peaks; if it weren't for the physical exertion wed probably be quite cold. Its easy to go off route here; in fact we encountered plenty of people telling us they'd had to double back as they went in the wrong direction. This same mistake was made by the faster members of our team who pushed further ahead only to realise they were on wrong side of the cwm meaning a slow traverse side track back on route. Though theyre only about 100m away it takes an hour before we are reunited.

The south cwm eventually begins to level out with only boulders covered in ice left to negotiate. By now were within the snowline. Though much of the snow has melted away frozen patches the size of football fields still need to be crossed. Fortunately we are able to follow well-trodden footprints made in the proceeding days. At times three point contact is needed and the snow is frozen solid. If youre not wearing gloves your hands feel the burn. Reaching then end of the cwm is mentally rewarding and we can afford ourselves a short break to take in the view. This is the first time weve been able to see beyond the mountain range, south into the Sahara. From here on its a left turn to face a false peak, up its loose scree for about twenty minutes where you can finally see the well-recognised metal pyramid marker of the summit of Jbel Toubkal in the distance. Theres little altitude to gain from here as we traverse a ridge before making it to that small plateau at the top of North Africa.

By now the low level of oxygen at his altitude has taken its toll on all 10 of us (before now Ive only reached 3718 Meters). Everyone complains of throbbing headaches, were all out of breath as we slowly make our way to the summit marker. Everything seems more difficult than it needs to be and our stride begins to resemble that of zombies rather than hikers. Staying the night at the refuge is meant to help with acclimatisation. If wed decided the press on to attempt the summit in one day, then theres no telling how worse we could feel, or worse what mistakes or misjudgements could creep in. The sights at the peak are spectacular, despite a haze along the horizon you can see far into the flat lands of the Sahara. Theres a real sense of camaraderie, we congratulate each other, theres even an odd tear from some of the group. The return is along the same route, the descent on the scree means you can almost ride the smaller rocks down as if on a surf board. And the snow? Well thats fun too. We revert to our childlike selves as we simply sit and ride down on our bums, feeling better with every inch we descend as more oxygen hits our lungs. T

heres a short break at the refuge before we make our way back down to Imlil, and then to Marrakesh, fourteen hours after we awoke, eagerly awaiting a traditional Hamam the next morning. Toubkal has been a remarkable achievement; weve all conquer our hardest trekking challenge yet. In addition to physical efforts, its the planning process which has really opened my eyes, removing perceived barriers by simply questioning the need for an adventure company book your trip. I can help wonder what other adventures Ill soon be planning which could otherwise be financially out of reach. Need to know When to go? Toubkal can be summited all year round however its between May to September if youre after a non-technical trek. How to get there? Marrakesh Menara Airport is well served by low-cost and national carriers. Imlil is about 70km from Marrakesh (90mins by road).

Taxis are plentiful, but be sure to negotiate a price beforehand. Either refuge (or accommodation in Imlil) will offer to organise a transfer. Where to stay? On the mountain there are two refuges to choose from. The village of Imlil has plenty of choice. We worked with Les Mouflons Refuge but this website highlights other options:www.imlil.org/Toubkal How Hard? During the summer its not technically difficult but a decent amount of fitness is required. The distance, heat/cold and the altitude are factors that youll need to contend with on this trek. Winter ascents should be considered a complete different challenge and experience, using crampons and ice axe is advised. If youre a novice then perhaps this is the time to use a guide or sign up to a tour. Who to go with? The internet is full of companies offering their services but if you're interested in a no-nonsense budget summer adventure then you can trek independently.

Contact one or the two refuges for specific info. By working directly the Les Mouflons Refuge this adventure cost us less than half the price of the cheapest advertised organised trip found online.

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Swiss Alpine Passes

Trip ReportBelinda KirkComment

In the Summer of 2012 I undertook a solo walk across the Swiss Alps, roughly following the Alpine Pass Route and camping along the way. Overall, from Sargans to Geneva, it took about 3 weeks, with around 15 days solid walking and a few rest days when I found a particularly nice spot. Route: Sargans - Weistannen - Elm - Linthal - Brusti - Blackenalp - Engslenalp - Meiringen - First - Wengen - Griesalp - Kandersteg - Adelboden - Lenk (via Simmenfalle) - Gsteig - Col des Mosses - Montreaux - Lausanne - Geneva

Long distance trekking: Aachen - Budapest

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Individual hike, over a period of 3 months, from Aachen (at the Dutch - German border) to Budapest. Fully self-sufficient, wild camping, in what can be called one of the worse years for such an undertaking: a very long winter (March to half April 2013) and then an extremely rainy spring (half April until the beginning of June 2013). In short, the trip started at the Dutch-German border in the (volcanic) hills of the Eifel down to the city of Trier (the Eifelsteig). From there through the higher hills of Saarland to Idar-Oberstein (the Saar-Hunsruck Steig), then down to Pforzheim at the edge of the Black forest.

From here I followed the Westweg through the hills and mid-range mountains southwards to Freiburg, then eastwards to Konstanz at the Bodensee (the Querweg) through the Blackforest. The first leg of the trip was mainly accompanied by cold weather snow, above 900 m. often still more than a meter high (did not bring snowshoes). After walking around the Bodensee (northside) to Bregenz (Austria) I planned to walk the Maximilliansweg to Salzburg. However, due to the deep snow and high avalanche risk in the Bayerische Alpen (mid April) I couldnt continue my way a little beyond Hittisau (Austrian Voralgen) near the Austrian-German border and instead made a move to Munich. From Munich I walked to Salzburg, only reuniting with the Maximilliansweg (E4) a little after having past the Chiemsee. From Salzburg I walked over the Voralpenweg (also E4) to Vienna, only avoiding the peaks higher than 1500 m. due to the still persisting high snow levels.

Followed the E4 down south through Burgenland to the Hungarian border. At Koszeg I crossed the border. Then it was over the national Blue Trail, Europe's oldest long distance path, to Budapest. Three months walking, 2 hours flying back... This was the first time I ever undertook an activity like this. An incredible experience, both physically mentally challenging. I had no prior experience, which is why I did it: I always like to put myself into situations where I have no idea how I am going to handle myself. Call it Gonzo-outdoor.

I found that on a walk like this, time slows down to an incredible degree. 3 months, felt more like 3 years, a great change in a life in which it seems the years pass quicker and quicker. So much time and so much more chance to not miss anything! Completely unified with the weather, no escape when ones house is the forest. To me, it was life mag2: whatever is good, becomes great; whatever looks good, becomes deliciously beautiful; what is hard, becomes almost unbearable etc. The best experience of my life so far, though I think I've only gotten a tiny-taste of the (tip of the little) finger, and now want the the whole hand.

Backpack Turkey to Egypt

Trip ReportBelinda KirkComment

Backpackers have long travelled this classic overland route. With so many variations and detours the opportunities to explore this region are almost endless, but for me [Marek Nusl] I've got 16 days off work to take my fiance on an intense adventure of a lifetime Istanbul to Syria.

Our story starts in the city which spans two continents. For centuries Istanbul or Constantinople as it used to be known has served as a gateway to the Middle East. Its a great transport hub boasting two airports and numerous options to arrive via land or sea. Id urge anyone embarking on an eastbound route to land on the European side, why?, it gives you the opportunity to cross the Bosporus, the body of water separating the two sides of the city. Local ferries criss-cross all day and this provides for a symbolic gesture, a right of passage of sorts, crossing the confines of safe Europe and blazing your trail to lands far from home. Istanbul itself has plenty to offer; in fact it makes for a fantastic city break. With Grand Bazaar, Hagia Sofia, Blue Mosque, Basilica Cistern and much more on offer it would be easy to stay put, but unfortunately train schedule changes mean we only have one night here and the next morning, instead of exploring the city, were running in the rain to catch the ferry and then the train.

On the Asian side we come to the grand 18th century HaydarpaÅŸa train station building, a gift from an Austrian Emperor. We just about make it on time, buy our ticket and board. Our destination is Adana, normally a direct sleeper trains could take us but due to rail upgrades (to high speed rail) well have to make a detour and change at the capital Ankara where well board a sleeper train. The journey is a comfortable one, as the charming, slightly dated wagon weaves its way through gorges, and passes motorway construction projects that can be seen cutting there way through the rocks. The terrain levels out and over four hours pass before we arrive at Ankara, time for a quick kebab with some traditional Turkish tea before we board our sleeper service to Adana. The compartments are clean and modern, easily rivalling anything we have back home. The comfort can only be highlighted by the presence of a fridge with a few complimentary snacks and drinks, as well as a pair of Turkish Train Line branded slippers, which are ours to keep.

As the sun sets, and darkness falls we visit the dining car for a few pints of Turkeys Efes larger before we retire to our bunks to be gently rocked to sleep by the clickety clacks of the undercharge as our train steams into the night. The next morning we woke refreshed to beautiful green meadows below us. It takes me a few moments to realise we are actually precariously making our way along a steep mountain wall. We've no idea how far we are from Istanbul or how close to Adana, but it doesn't seem to matter as we continue to wake from our slumber. Its around 10am when we arrive at the town of Adana, a city of over a million inhabitants not often mentioned in tourist circles. Unfortunately we weren't about to add anything that hasn't already been mentioned as we've not much time to hang about. We need to make our way to the main bus station, fortunately there always seems to be a convenient taxi waiting at a train station no matter where in the World you are. We hop in and instruct the driver to take us to the Otogar Its times like this that I'm glad I learned a few words in Turkish before our adventure as the further east we travel in Turkey it seems English is less spoken or understood.

Its a good 10-minute ride before we are dropped off at the city bus station and surprisingly we find out way to the correct bus easily. We board the coach bound for Antakya. I'm genuinely surprised at the level of luxury these coaches offer the seats are like arm chairs, built in small screens in the seat backs entertain passengers, all for a very good price. Its a 3-hour coach journey and we arrive in Antakya our destination for the day. At first Antakya seems a bit rough around the edges, but it is not until we spend a few hours here wondering the streets that its charm begins to sink in. Set along a backdrop of mountains the city centre boulevard runs along the river, nestled within with vertical concrete embankments. The whole area is steeped in history and tales of crusades, its own republic and believe or not it is also said to be where the followers of Jesus Christ were first called Christians, fitting that wed arrange to spend the night in an old Catholic Church. We arrive only to disrupt an afternoon service consisting of the padre and two other people awkward to say the least. We enter the chapel and stay for the remainder of the service.

It comes to an end with the customary Amen and were grabbed by our hands and taken to our rooms. Clean, comfortable and refreshing, they open into a peaceful courtyard where the sounds and bustle of outside are kept at bay, giving me a sense of protection. We've spent such a short time here and I almost don't want to leave, but the schedule which I've put together months prior to this trip dictates that if I want to see as much as possible as quickly as possible its time for another coach journey onward to the Syrian Arab Republic. At the time of our trip, Syria's political unrest had just about started, though nowhere near as bad as it would escalate months further down the line. However, already at this stage it was proving hard to come by an insurance company who would take this risk on. Finally we agreed to forfeit the promise of re-partition/evacuation but should we be hurt, they would pay the medical bills. Its always better to be alive and in a danger zone rather than dead in a safe zone. Its another two hours to the border where were ushered out of the coach. No clue where to go, what to do, but it seems the bus driver is familiar with tourists and he adopts us like lost Western children and escorts us to the relevant building and the correct desk to be met by the border officials.

All in all its a straight forward process. Many questions are fired at us, with the topic of the day clearly being whether we are under cover reporters (I wish I was). You work for Hello magazine? rings around and constantly echoes; the officials clearly wanting to try and catch us out. With nothing to hide were back on the bus as it twists through the rolling hills and onwards to Aleppo. Getting lost in Aleppo Aleppo, Syria's second city is magnificent as we stand by the Bab al-Faraj clock tower clearly looking lost, a young local student asks us if we need any help. We explain were interested in seeing the city's famous Citadel, he offers to walk us there and we make small talk along the way. When we first make eye contact with the citadel, were amazed by its sheer size; its massive, intimidating and beautifully preserved. Its considered one of the oldest and largest castles in the world. The sites been used as far back as the 3rd millennia BC. The citadel, which currently occupies the hill dates back to the 13th century. For only 10 Syrian Pounds entry is gained and we walk up the intimidating bridge over a dried moat to the enormous stone archway. The mammoth structure is as impressive from the interior as its from the outside; its essentially a city albeit the ruins of a city with even its own amphitheatre.

Walking along the thick stone fortified walls you see modern Aleppo sprawling into the horizon. Afternoon prayers are sounded from the surrounding mosques minarets; you truly get a sense of a different world. Couples sitting in the shade, families on days out wounding round with no westerners in site, its a great way to spend the afternoon immersed in history. Our return stroll to the Spring Flower Hostel takes us though the city's souq, its network of covered narrow streets, which seem endless with jewellery, spices, fabrics, soaps and clothes on sales. As we stroll along were greeted by individual shop keeps, Salam they say as we acknowledge with a gentle smile and nod. After what seems like forever we somehow exit the busy souq area and we step outside to find daylight dwindling. Were also lost. We cant be too far off route but as virtually all guides suggest to simply wonder around we do just that and proceed though narrow old stone streets which are safe to say most likely unchanged for thousands of years. Its quiet until a group of local children playing football insist for a kick around with us so I find myself in an unprompted football match loosing.

A wave from me to them signals my departure and we continue to Aleppo's old streets till dark, feeling entirely safe in our surroundings. Exploring Dead Cities (Explore further with our article here) The next day we've arrange for a driver to take us for a tour of some of Syria's Dead cities; Aleppo is an excellent base to explore these sites. We spend most the day being driven from one to another while our driver waits till we've had our fill. The Dead Cities are scattered along Syria's North West region and are the remains of a past civilisation, long dead and forgotten. Its claimed that 40 ancient Christian Byzantine settlements dating back to between the first and the seventh century make up Syria's mysterious Dead Cities. Surprisingly, yet somehow quite fitting, the modern world has forgotten about these incredible and well-preserved ruins. Even UNESCO (United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural Organisation), it would seem, has overlooked these sites up until 2011, when they were finally recognised as a World Heritage Site.

Invading Krak des Chevaliers (Explore further with our article here) The following morning its time to move on from Aleppo and in the morning we find ourselves at the cities bus station again, boarding the bus to visit an amazing castle that I've read about. Were in for a two-hour local bus journey to the city of Homs here its a quick transfer onto a Toyota minivan to which were easily directed by the local bystanders elaborating KRAK? KRAK? it seems they are very familiar with the touristic itinerary, which thousands have taken before us, shattering any illusions that I'm any kind of trailblazer. Its a 40 minute ride before we've reached the Krak des Chevaliers, a 12th century crusader castle atop a 700 meter high hill surrounded by lush green valleys below.

The castle looks like it could be a page ripped out of a fairy tale book from Englands middle ages; you'd have no idea what you were in the Middle East looking at this scene. Lawrence of Arabia described this as perhaps best preserved and most wholly admirable castle in the world and who am I to disagree with that sentiment. Basking in the sun atop of one of the towers, weve virtually had the whole castle to our selves, with no health and safety signs, were free to explore every nook and cranny of this ancient fortification. The tranquillity is interrupted by the sound of my ringtone. I grunt but I see its my brother back home in the UK. I pick up, he informs me that Syria has once again made the headlines and border closures are expected, the FCO (Foreign and Commonwealth Office) is advising all its citizens to leave ASAP! Ah, this puts us in a difficult situation, weve not seen any evidence of this civil unrest and everyone weve come across has been kind and more than helpful. Emma and I think about what options we have, stay as planned or leave Syria early. Its hard as wed still wanted to see the amazing Roman ruins of Palmyra and experience Damascus, but we decided not to push are luck and we agree that tomorrow we will aim to head straight for Jordan.

There's nothing like the news of a possible civil war in a country you may be trapped in to slightly elevate your heartbeat. I try not to spoil my mood as we dine at the Bebers Hotel overlooking the Krak. We turn in for the night early as tomorrow is bound to be a long day, we just don't know how long. Escape from Syria Its early morning and our minibus drops us back at Homs, here a local bus takes us to the bus station in Damascus. Incidentally its worth noting that so far all bus stations we've seen in Syria are never conveniently located to the centre of town, they're normally a far while out with mini buses shuttling you in and out. This means we don't actually see any of Homs or Damascus when we arrive there. Its early but the place is quite busy with the everyday hustle and bustle that we have begun to expect. At the bus station were greeted by police who offer to take us to their small office on site, they examine our passports and ask about our plans. Then politely they hand our documents back and say, Welcome to Syria. In the bus station were told there are no buses to Amman, Jordan, and that they're all leaving for Lebanon.

There's a taxi driver who is willing to take us to Jordan, but only once he finds two more passengers for his Mercedes - were in for a boring wait. Finally two Jordanians answer his Arabic calls for passengers bound for Amman and they jump in. Were expecting an uneventful and tedious 3-hour drive. we were wrong. Southbound on a well-maintained motorway, we slow to approach a military checkpoint. Not much out the ordinary given the countries circumstances. Our driver exchanges Arabic with the official. Without understanding any of the language I do pick up on the fact that the exchange seems never ending and were not on our way, then our two Jordanian passengers get out the car and join the conversation. Sitting in the back of the car a bit like a lame duck I begin to notice tanks in the distance and military posts dug into the ground with heavy machine gun units eagerly fixated on turrets.

The official reluctantly allows our vehicle to pass but only after about 15 minutes of negotiating, they wave us through. I notice there are no other cars travelling in the opposite direction nor, any behind or in front of us, I to notice my mobile phone reception disappears as we begin to drive past burnt out police cars and charred propaganda images of Syrias President by the road side. Ten minutes down the road our ride becomes halted once again. Not by military checkpoints this time, but by burning tires set up as a barrier along the highway, plumes of black smoke emanating high above our position. There are crowds of people chanting, some with Molotov cocktails in hand, others with large bat objects with nails sticking out of the ends. Our car is swamped with onlookers all trying to have a glimpse inside. Our driver gestures for our passports, which we pass to him, a few individuals in the crowd then inspect them. Its a tense moment. I have no idea whats about to happen. Emma is clutching my hand as our passports are returned and we see smiles among the protesters, then waves and shouts of Welcome to Syria! and Syrian people are your friends!

Clearly satisfied that were not enemies, they allow us to proceed, the moods changed and they gesture the V sign with their hands; V for victory or peace, Im not entirely sure, but as we slowly move off I too signal out the back window. We build up speed and continue on southbound towards the frontier up until our driver is signalled to by an oncoming driver. We quickly come to another stop. They both exit their cars and meet in the central reservation. A few minutes later he returns, gets in the car, and abruptly turns back and shakes his head. Finished he says as he turns the car around it would appear weve missed our opportunity to flee Syria overland. Back we go, past the protesters again, past the military checkpoints again and eventually dropped off in a suburb of Damascus with a collection of travel agents and airline company offices on the street. Its refreshing to finally meet someone who speaks English, here I buy Emma and myself a ticket on the next available flight out of the country, to Amman, early next morning with Royal Jordanian Air.

We spend a night in a hostel and have arranged for a taxi pick up in the morning to Damascus airport. Flight time is an estimated 40 minutes to Amman. Hello Jordan On arrival, past the immigration I turn my phone on to see loads of missed calls and messages from home with worried friends and relatives. Ill soon get in touch to let everyone know all is fine but first we make our way to the neatly arranged car hire kiosks to see if there's anything reasonably available to help us make our journey onwards. Once the paperwork is completed were let loose on the roads in our blue Kia Rio, our destination, the quiet town of Madaba. Madaba is known as the Mosaic city, the town itself is easily explored on foot within a day. We buy a pass which allows as access to the large number of archaeological sites and parks and leisurely make our way along the route suggested in our Lonely Planet guide. Some of the highlights include the Greek Orthodox Basilica of Saint George where a 6th century mosaic map of Jerusalem is embedded in the flooring of the church. You don't have to be an expert to admire these mosaics.

At one site we really luck out as the guide keeps us behind one of the short tours, he looks around and gestures at the SSHH sign before us, pulling out a container of water, and spraying part of a huge mosaic on the floor. Now the colours truly come to light as the sun reflects from the wet individual coloured tile fragments. Madaba is well maintained, with plenty of small souvenir shops selling everything from ashtrays of dictators, to full-blown furniture and of course wonderfully crafted mosaics for hundreds of pounds. We spend a night here before the next stage of our adventure. From Madaba its a short drive though the Desert to Mt Nebo, where we make a short break. Mt Nebo is where the Bible tells us Moses first laid eyes on the Promised Land, and its pretty busy with tourists when we arrive. There's a visitor centre and museum on site. Its not hard work to reach the peak, a well-laid path, which takes us to the top viewing area where pilgrims can set eyes on the Promised Land.

The wind breeze provides relief from the scorching sun, numerous tour groups arrive and it begins to feel crowded. We make are way back to hear groups reading passages from the bible while other groups sing hymns. Its a short 20-minute break for us before we take to the road again. Good tarmac twists and turns downwards though the rolling hills; in the distance we see the sun reflecting on a huge body of water. Its the Dead Sea. The road leads right up to the shore and we follow the coastline up to Amman Beach where we intend to cool off for the afternoon. The sun begins to take its toll on our comfort. Amman Beach is located about an hour from the city. This is an official resort and entrance fee of 16 JDs gains you entrance to the complex; consisting of pools, lockers, and off course the beach. This is where both tourist and local Jordanians visit from the city.

Of course there's nothing from stopping us driving a few miles south pulling over by the coastline and jumping in to the sea without the need of paying for the privilege, however the Dead Sea is ultra-salty and the last thing wed want is constant itchiness of salt on our body's as we drive to Petra later in the day. We've all seen images of people floating in the Dead Sea due to its salinity, but I must admit I was rather sceptical as I ran across the scorching sands into the water. However once I'm submerged in the warm waters I feel the strange sensation of my body wanting to float, so I simply fall backwards to be instantly lifted by the salty waters. Its really strange how easily you float. Its a fun few hours and our backpack trip begins to feel like a holiday.

The waters are warm, and not as refreshing as Id hoped but the showers to wash the salt off prove refreshing enough. From the Amman Beach its a long boring drive to our final stop for the day, the town of Wadi Masi, home to the legendary Petra. The Dead Sea Highway runs along the Dead Sea for what seems like hours. The heat takes its toll. Our Kia, not being equipped with AC means we both are dripping with sweat. Its early evening until we reach the Valentine Inn and just in time for a well-earned beer or two. Petra (Explore further with our article here) Petra is truly an incredible site, the trick is to get there early in the morning, before the crowds, before it gets too hot, but also aim to arrive at the wonderfully preserved treasury a little before 10am as that's when the sun hits the faade and the different shades of reds, oranges and browns astonish visitors as they emerge from the Siq canyon to be met by this wonder. We progress slowly as were mystified by every cave and outcrop. It takes us 4 hours to make it to the Monastery at the end where a perfectly positioned cave provides shelter for a pack lunch with a fantastic view.

Unexpectedly it begins to rain during our walk back, this does little to ease the afternoon heat, merely adds humidity to the experience. Exiting Jordan From the town of Wadi Masi its about a two hour drive to Jordans second city and access to the ocean, Aquaba. We drive in to town without any clue where we should be heading but were channelled though various diversions and one way systems. Its with some chance we end up by our hotel. Aquaba is really an overnight place to bed down for us. We call the rental car people knowing where they can pick up their Kia, leave the keys at reception and head into town on foot to find a ticket office so that we can catch our ferry the next day to Egypt. We wonder around town, asking locally where we can buy tickets, enthusiastically everyone we come across is polite and eager to direct us, this in practice does not get us to our goal any sooner. Again, almost buy chance we see a shop front with pictures of ferries.

Upon entering we enquire for a boat for tomorrow, where after some gesturing were told to come back later. Later indeed, a different gentleman agrees to sell us tickets, tickets for a 6 hour slow cargo ferry which we must upgrade at the port for the fast boat which takes significantly less time. It seems like a totally roundabout way of doing things, but at last we can relax with the thought that tomorrow we set sail to Egypt. We spend the evening wondering on Aquaba beach; its rammed with local families enjoying the seaside as we sit on the sea wall with an ice cream and watch the sun set below the Red Sea. Formalities at the port again seem a bit over complicated, go to counter, stamp, and go to another for another stamp but we manage to board our ferry to Egypt, destined for the small town of Nuweiba. An hour later we've not departed, its boring and hot. We find ourselves sitting close to a group of other travellers from the UK and together we exchange stories of our travels. An Arabic announcement is made and its not long before we finally begin to leave port. As we sail were surrounded from three directions by the desert lands of Israel, Jordan, Egypt and Saudi Arabia all within sight.

Disembarking were herded towards a large warehouse type structure for customs and security checks. Its chaotic in parts, with little to prevent a lost Westerner just wondering of into Egypt with little more than an acknowledgement from the authorities. We negotiate a fare with one of the many taxis waiting around to take us to the laid back town of Dahab, a half an hour away for a few days of sun, sea and beach. Resting up in Dahab Dahab, is about an hour and a half south of the popular Sharm El Sheik resort tourists flock to, but for us our adventure ends here in a few days and well be flying back via the airport. Dahab used to be a very popular hippy retreat and the atmosphere is incredibly relaxed. Bedouin camps line the shores and it proves an excellent base to rest up. There's plenty to offer all at a lower price than neighbouring Sharm but with much more charm.

There are a few 5 star resorts but we opt for something a bit more modest but suitable for our needs as a room sets us back a mere 4 per night at Auski Camp, bargain. Dahab can be a Mecca for diving as well as snorkelling enthusiasts, the vibrant underwater life is completely alien to the senses. Not far is the notorious blue hole, which has claimed enough lives. If you rather stay above the waves then kite surfing is very popular here as is windsurfing. We spend our time relaxing, unwinding and reflecting on our travels over the last two weeks. Its been a mind-blowing experience. We've seen so much yet so little of what this region has to offer a visitor. For us its been a tiny spec of sand amidst a massive dessert we've sample and were eager to see more soon, one day.

We have a few more days here so I suggest there's one more story to tell, our story on how we climbed Sinai located about two hours away. Mount Sinai (Explore further with our article here) Nestled within the southern part of the Sinai Peninsular, Mount Sinai offers an exhilarating climb which rewards you at the summit with some truly amazing views of this mountainous desert region of Egypt. Moses Mountain, as its called in Arabic, stands at 2285 metres and is said to be the place where God passed to Moses The Ten Commandments.

Report of the activities carried out by a Geoscientific, mountaineering and photographic expedition to Peru

Trip ReportBelinda Kirk1 Comment

The expedition aimed to observe and document landscape changes in Cordillera Blanca and Cordillera Huayhuash of Peru, focusing on glacial and vegetation cover as well as human parameters.

The method used was repeat photography, an analytical tool capable of broadly and rapidly providing clarifications regarding landscape and land use changes within a given region (Byers, 2000). This was accompanied by interviews with local people and academic staff from the University of Edinburgh as well as reference to academic literature. The base material used for this research were historic photographs taken by the German and Austrian Alpenverein Expeditions in 1932, 1936 and 1939 as well as by F.D Ayers for the National Snow and Ice Data Center, Boulder Colorado.

Our comparisons show changes in native and non-native forest cover, extensive glacier recession, hydrological changes, urban expansion, increase in mining activity with contaminating effects on the local soil and water resources, and an increase in pollution due to extensive trekking activities. The expedition also aimed to climb in pure alpine style: Alpamayo 5947m, Huascaran 6768m and Yerupaja 6617m or Jirishanca 6126m peaks, depending on conditions. Due to logistic challenges as well as high objective hazards, the expedition members Aurel Salasan and Sergiu Jiduc managed to climb Alpamayo via the French Direct Route, Yerupaja via the West Face up to 6250m and Artesonraju 6026m via the South East Face instead of Huascaran. Besides the historic photographic reproduction, the expedition has managed to produce a large number of photographs showing geologic, geographic and geomorphic features such as: glaciers, flooding, mountain building, metamorphism and erosion, anthropic development and exploitation of the environment as well as photographs showing cultural and sporting aspects.

All expedition activities and areas visited have been video recorded. Introduction The destination area of our expedition, Cordillera Blanca (CB) and Cordillera Huayhuash (CH), are the most prominent mountains ranges in all of Peru. CB is a straight mountain chain, 180km long, with NNW to SSE direction, running parallel to the coast from 85 S to 10 S latitude. It also forms the main watershed. From a geologic perspective, CB is made of plutonic rocks that have penetrated into the layers of the Earths crust. These rocks consist mainly of light color granodiorite (intrusive igneous rock containing more plagioclase than orthoclase type feldspar), which can be found in the glaciated areas, forming the base of the peaks. Stratified rocks such as black slate (foliated, homogenous, metamorphic rock) surround the granodiorite. These seem folded and strongly compressed towards the crests (Kinzl and Schneider, 1950). Cordillera Blanca offers some of the best mountaineering in South America. Its advantageous position in relation to traffic routes and exceptional bold, high summits make CB an accessible high altitude climb.

From a climate perspective, CB has a tropical climate with two main seasons (dry and wet) alternating according to the distribution of rainfall. The rainy season begins in November and ends in April reaching its greatest intensity in January to March. The dry season occupies the other months and it is the best season to visit the two cordilleras. Cordillera Huayhuash is a compact sub region of Cordillera Occidental, 30km long with NNW to SSE direction, running fairly parallel to the coast from 108 S to 1024 S latitude. It contains sharp summits, six of which exceed 6000m. The geology of Huayhuash comprises limestone, interbedded with sandstone and shale. Volcanic activity is also present under the forms of cinder cones, hydrothermal alteration (sulphate minerals and iron oxide) and vertical hexagonal columns comprising lithic tuff. In some limestone beds, marine fossils such as ammonites and bivalves can be found. CH is home to some of the most spectacular and difficult alpine climbing in all of the Andes as well as one of the best treks in the word, known as the Great Huayhaush Trek (Frimer, 2003). The Deutscher und Osterreichischer Alpenverein (DuOAV) expeditions, created the world-renowned Alpenverein maps, using terrestrial photogrammetry from mid to high altitude photopoints. Moreover, thousands of glass negative plates and Leica photographs were also produced.

These historic landscape photographs provide a unique opportunity to qualitatively document contemporary landscape changes (Byers, 2000) The maps below show details regarding the photo locations and transportation links for the main research area, Cordillera Blanca as well as the trekking route in Cordillera Huayhuash. Fieldwork and Research Our expedition managed to reproduce 21 pairs of photographs. 11 of which are shown here in greater detail. Please see the following website for a more detailed presentation of our research. peruexpedition2012.tumblr.com/post/40098458420/fieldwork-and-research Adventurous activities Mountaineering was the main adventurous activity carried out during the expedition. The initial expedition climbing objectives included the ascent of Alpamayo 5947m, Huascaran 6768m and Yerupaja 6617m or Jirishanca 6126m, depending on conditions. Acclimatization was the first step we took in order to successfully climb these mountain peaks. For this purpose, the first 10 days of the expedition were spent in Cordillera Negra and Cordillera Blanca accommodating to the effects of high altitude. During this time, we trekked 40km along Cohup valley starting at an altitude of 3850m and ending at 5035m. Before Cohup valley, we made three visits up to 4000m in Cordillera Negra reproducing Alpenverein panoramas of Cordillera Blanca.

After discussing logistics with our contact in Peru and experienced mountain guide, Christian Silva Lindo, we realised that in order to be more efficient from both a mountaineering and field research perspective, it was better to climb Artesonraju instead of Huascaran. The latter was situated at the head of Quebrada Parron, a valley where we had several photographic objectives. Moreover, some sources consider Artensoraju to be the source of inspiration for the Paramount Logo, as the two are strikingly similar. From Laguna Paron 4150m, we crossed the north side of the lake and set the first camp at an area known as Timber Camp situated in a small pampa at the East end of the lake. There was an Italian team with porters already camped there. The following morning, we continued our journey by ascending the moraine crest through some steep grassy lopes, and skirting left of some smooth slabs before going up a couloir and scree terraces to the glacier edge. Moraine camp was set an altitude of 4840m. The next day, we crossed the Paron Glacier and some fairly dangerous crevasses at the East end of the glacier and set a high camp at 5200m under a serac. We left around 05:30 for the final ascent: 825m level difference of 45 -55 packed snow and ice climbing with some sections of mixt terrain, D+.

We approached the bergschrund between the seracs on the right and the mixed ground on the left of the face. Below us, 4 head torches were advancing fast a group of Tyrolese climbers were attempting the same route. Being for the first time at 5500m in this expedition, we were feeling the altitude effects: headaches, suffocation sensations and tiredness. Around noon, the clouds started to cover the surrounding mountain peaks and soon a complete whiteout prevented us seeing more than 30m in front of us. Moreover, the last 100m of the ascent were mainly on hard, sometimes brittle ice, 60-80 inclination. We thought about abandoning the climb but eventually reached the summit at about 15:00. However, we could not admire the summit view due to the whiteout. We abseiled the South East face using snow anchors and Abalakov threads already in place in the snow. There were 15 rappels in total. We reached high camp around 20:00.

The next mountaineering objective was situated in the Huayhuash range. After studying the snow and ice conditions on Jirishanca we realized that our proposed Cassin or Czech - Slovak Routes on the W and SW Face of Jirishanca were impracticable due to the massive bergschrunds, some 40m wide and the lack of good quality ice. We decided to attempt a climb on Yerupaja Grande 6617m via the SE ridge. From Laguna Jahuacocha, 4100m, we skirted the lake until we reached the entrance of the swale between the south lateral moraine of Solteraocha and the southern slope of Jauacocha Valley. A faint climbers trail rises through the swale and becomes narrow as it contours several hundred meters above the lake. There were many dangerous and exposed spots until the path turned steeply uphill and gained a plateau at 4500m. Our heavy packs made this ascent quite difficult. From here, we crossed a few boulders and climbed the crest of another lateral moraine towards the SE. We set camp at around 4840m, 200 meters north of a banded rock formation. From this spot we admired the fragmented Tam and Yerupaja West Glaciers as well as the surrounding peaks: Rondoy 5870m, Jirishanca 6162m, Mituraju 5750m, El Toro 5830m, Yerupaja Chico 6089m and Yerupaja Grande 6617m. Early next morning, we continued up the moraine, hitting the snowline at around 5000m.

After crossing a few crevasses, we entered the open Yerupaja West Glacier. The west face of Yerupaja was full of seracs and bergscrunds including a massive one that was crossing the entire face. We climbed up the saddle between Seria Norte and Yerupaja through some dangerous penitentes and crevasses. In the saddle we realized that we were actually standing on a massive cornice. Moreover, the entire SE ridge was full of terrifying cornices on both sides. These seemed very unstable and made us turn back to the col and set camp at around 5600m. The idea of a SE ridge ascent was abandoned We left camp around 04:30, on the August 27, carrying climbing, bivouac equipment and food and started to zig zag between the seracs. We chose a fairly direct line on the west face situated between the SE ridge and 1950 American (Maxwell and Harrah) route. There were sections of overhanging ice, massive crevasses and even a small incident where I was almost killed due to a TV size block of ice that dislocated along with my left hand ice axe. Fortunately, my partner was aware and secured me tightly, eventually managing to reach the edge of the serac. At noon, we reached a point at 6250m marked by a massive bergschrund. We looked for a safe ice bridge to cross for more than 2 hours, but soon realized how much the mountain conditions have changed since the last party had been here in 1998.

Moreover, due to the extreme afternoon heat, snow and ice was melting fast and avalanches were roaring down the face every 10 minutes. We realized the dangerous situation we were in and decided to abseil into the bergschrund and wait until the evening when temperatures drop and the snow freezes again. We stayed 7 hours in an ice cave, bivouacking on a platform deep into the ice. Sometimes, small avalanches were coming through the small hole above us. Around 20:00, we got out of the crevasse and scanned the bergschrund again for a safe spot to cross. Unstable ice bridges, brittle and overhanging ice and icicles, fatigue and bad weather forced us to abandon our ascent. We rappelled down the face using the snow anchors that we brought as well as Abalakov threads. After 18 hours we were back in our tent, extremely tired. We estimate the difficulty of our route to be: TD+/ED1 with AI5+ sections, 60-100 inclination, 950m level difference in total, of which we managed to climb around 600m. Alpamayo 5947m was the last mountain we climbed.

Without porters and with two heavy packs, Aurel and myself trekked the Santa Cruz Valley from Cashapampa to Llamarocal (800m level difference) - where we stayed for the night, and eventually reached Alpamayo Base Camp situated near Laguna Arhueicocha at 4300m the next day. On September 5, we climbed the Alpamayo moraine and glacier, (1200m level difference) and reached the col between Quitaraju and Alpamayo. We set camp below Alpamayo, at around 5350m. On the September 6, we left the high camp around 06:00 and climbed the French Direct Route, D+/TD, 50-90 inclination, starting at the very bottom of the bergschrund. 7 hours later we reached the summit of Alpamayo 5947m. Fortunately, this time the clouds allowed us to enjoy the surrounding view and take pictures. We abseiled the route, using threads already in place in the ice. Shortly after reaching the camp, a massive serac fell and avalanched our tracks. In one day we descended all the way to Llamarocal from the high camp, and on September 8, we were in Huaraz.

During this last section we trekked and climbed around 6000m level difference. A rough estimation of the total level difference climbed and trekked by foot during this expedition is around 30,000m. No porters or donkeys were used for these ascents. All climbs were done in pure alpine style. Due to time constraints and sensitivity to the effects of altitude, Sorin Rechitan was unable to accompany us in these ascents. Administration and Logistics A typical day in CB starts with a clear sky, the snowy peaks shine brightly under the first rays of sun. By 10:00 it is quite hot in the lower valleys and even suffocating heat around noon if the up current has not set in earlier, first in single gusts, then with increasing strength. Wind starts to increase in strength, lowering the noon temperatures but at the same time raising dust and sand grains. The summits and crests become shrouded with clouds. In the evening, the clouds start to dissipate, glaciers are colored a flaming red and eventually dusk sets in quickly. The up current from the valleys decreases in intensity and eventually settles down. A clear sky showing the stars and the Southern Cross spans the landscape. It seems that the further a peak stands out to the west, the better the snow and weather is. Our research material (maps and photographs) was obtained from the Alpenverein Library of the Austrian Alpine Cub in Innsbruck and German Alpine Club in Munich.

A few photographs have also been obtained from the National Snow and Ice Data Centre in Boulder, Colorado. The full material included 30 photographs, three Alpenverein maps, Deutcher Alpenverein (DAV) and academic journals and the comprehensive expedition report written by the Alpenverein Expedition leaders, Hans Kinzl and Erwin Scheinder, called Cordillera Blanca. Of particular significance was a monitoring and evaluation study carried out by the Mountain Institute in Cordillera Blanca in 1997 and 1998, - expeditions, which reproduced some of the 1936 and 1939, Alpenverein photographs. The paper, entitled Contemporary Landscape Change in the Huascaran National Park and Buffer Zone, CB, Peru, written by Dr Alton C. Byers produced several insights related to landscape and land use change within the area of interest. Yurak Janka, written by John F. Ricker provided us with more information regarding the geology, structure, flora, and fauna of CB, Peru. Before heading to Peru, we identified the GPS coordinates of some photo locations by using Google Earth and cross-referencing these coordinates with the Alpenverein maps.

For the mountaineering section of the expedition, the Huayhuash guide written by Jeremy Frimer, Mr Simon's Yates advice (Touching the Void) as well as the Summit Post website helped us to organise our ascents. It is important here to specify some of the problems that have arisen during our fieldwork. Ideally, the historic photographs should be replicated using the precise equipment used by the original photographer. Season, time/date and weather conditions should also be replicated as closely as possible. This was quite challenging due to practical and budgetary reasons and the remoteness and high altitude of the photo locations. The lack of time and the late departure date of our expedition, forced us to reduce the number of photo locations. We also tried to identify areas which provided both scientific and mountaineering interest, in order to double our efficiency. Nevertheless, the overall objective of high quality reproduction of the historic photographs to address landscape changes in the two cordilleras has been reached.

Moreover, insights regarding other problems that the local communities are facing have made us reconsider our objectives. Training for the expedition started seven months prior to our departure. This consisted of regular weekly gym sessions, swimming, running, indoor and outdoor climbing as well as taking supplements to strengthen the body such as minerals, vitamins, proteins. The climbing, technical and fieldwork equipment such as GPS, video camera, tent, half ropes etc. was partly provided by the University of Edinburgh School of GeoSciences, National Geographic Society, Explorer Club and Alpin Expe Mountain Shop Romania. Research and climbing permits were obtained on our arrival in Peru from the Huascaran National Park authorities situated at the entrance of a few valleys such as Llanganuco and Santa Cruz. Letters from the Expedition Council of the University of Edinburgh and Explorer Club Romania helped us to obtain these permits without the instructions of a mountain guide.

Fundraising was the most difficult aspect of our expedition. It started in January 2012 and included applying for grants to different worldwide mountaineering and scientific organizations such as the Royal Scottish Geographical Society and Berghaus Equipment Company. In July, National Geographic Society offered a Young Explorer grant, and along with the rest of the sponsorships from Romania and our personal contribution, the budget of $15,000 was reached. Financially, the proposed budget was relatively appropriate, however the parity between the Peruvian currency (soles) and the ones used by us (euro and dollars) was fluctuating. Therefore, we were forced to use more money from the emergency budget. Grants were sent electronically via bank transfer and we used cash as well as credit cards for payments in the field. However, the charges of Peruvian Banks for processing international cards are large so I would recommend bringing as much cash as possible. Travel Insurance was obtained from the Generali Insurance Group for the entire length of the expedition and also included cover for extreme activities such as climbing. Fortunately, we did not have to use it, as there were no injuries involved.

The Royal Dutch Airlines provided air transportation to Peru. For travel within the country we used buses for large distances such as: Lima Huaraz and Huaraz Cusco; minibuses, known as collectivos for distances up to 150km between research localities such as: Carhuas, Yungay, Caraz; taxis for some photopoint locations where roads have been built (Yanganuco valley and Cordillera Negra); as well as donkeys and horses for inaccessible places such as the Huayhaush chain. Recommended bus companies are: Movil Tours, Crus del Sur and basically all collectivos that you can find in Huaraz Collectivo Terminal. Donkey drivers are easily found in Llamac, a small village in the Huayhuash range and I recommend firm price negotiation and the signing of a contract to enforce the agreement between parties. Donkey drivers tend to change the agreement during the trek. Unfortunately, our expedition has cost the planet quite a bit as our calculated carbon footprint for the 7 weeks is around 7t/CO2. Regarding food, Mountain House Freeze Dried Food Company, UK, provided high altitude meals for the mountain ascents whereas Peruvian markets, restaurants and hostels provided the rest. Quite often we came across the impossibility of reading shelf prices in shops and markets, as they simply were not there.

Because it is quite common to charge foreigners a higher price than normal, I recommend that anyone travelling to Peru should get familiar with the prices for basic products and try to negotiate. However, Peruvian food is very tasty and we discovered this as soon as we arrived: our first Peruvian meal included a cooked Guinea pig known as Cuy and Pachamanca (closely related to Pachamama which means mother Earth). Pachamanca included three different types of potatoes, with pork, corn, cicha morada (a beverage derived from maize). Accommodation was mainly provided by our 3person, VE -25 North Face tent. We also used a few hostels such as Caroline Lodging in Huaraz, Backpakers in Lima, Tu Hogar in Cusco and El Inti in Puno. Caroline Lodging offers a warm and friendly atmosphere as well as breakfast, Internet (1 s/hour), free use of kitchen facilities, the possibility to rent climbing equipment and movies, support for, and organized trekking tours to places such as: Laguna 69, Churup Lake, coca oil massage, and even horse riding.

Communication with our families and friends was provided by an Iridium Satellite phone, for places with no GSM reception such as high altitudes. We used normal phones with roaming coverage in cities where reception was possible and Internet through the aid of a Blog, E-mail, and social networks) to communicate with the interested public. Weekly posts shared our evolution in the field with the world. Risks and hazards were assessed using the UoE Expeditions Council guidelines. The supporting body approved the risk assessment, which included an evaluation of the physical, biological, chemical and man-made hazards, personal safety, environmental impact and decision-making. High altitude and low oxygen concentration, extreme weather, rock/ice/snow falls and avalanches, microorganism poisoning, road accidents, pollution of the environment, and improper decision-making were taken into consideration. A complete first aid kit accompanied us in all treks and climbs. Specialist equipment included: a Canon EOS Mk III DSLR camera with three different lens systems: EFS18-55mm f/2.8, Canon 24-105mm f/4 IS and Canon EF 70-300mm f/4-5.6 IS; a Canon EOS 550D DSLR camera with two lens systems: Canon EFS 18-55mm, f/3.5-5.6 IS, Tamron AF 28-300mm f/1:3.5-6.3 IF and a Panasonic DMC LX2 28mm digital compact camera. For the video documentation of our expedition we have used a HD Sony Handycam and a Go Pro Hero 2 video camera.

Unfortunately due to the poor quality of the batteries, we used the GoPro little. Personal, photography and location release forms provided by the National Geographic Society were filled in by every person and landlord interviewed or photographed. For individuals lacking literacy skills a simple video acknowledgement was used. Diary Log I have kept a daily travel diary for the full length of the expedition. Due to space constraints this report will only contain a brief summary of this diary. After leaving Arad City, Romania in a minibus for Budapest International Airport, the expedition had officially started. From Budapest Ferihegy airport, we took a plane to Amsterdam were we stayed for a night at a hostel. I also travelled briefly to Ijmuiden to buy a SIM card and calling credit for the Iridium Satellite phone. The next day we flew 10,500 km to Lima, the capital of Peru a 12-hour long flight. On August 4, 18:15 UTC/GMT -5 hours we arrived in Lima Jorge Chavez International airport and experienced the first vibes of the Peruvian urban landscape: foggy atmospheric conditions, unfinished buildings, lots of cars and noise.

We only saw Lima from the taxi on our way to the Movil Tours Bus station. There, we booked tickets to Huaraz, and 2 hours later we were travelling to the capital of the Peruvian Andes. The journey was long, (8 hours) and cold as the bus lacked heating while it was climbing passes at 4500m during the night. We had a short glimpse of the Andean landscape thanks to the full moon that was lighting the Earth: an arid environment, lacking vegetation with the exception of a few cacti species. At 07:00 we checked in at the Caroline Lodging Hostel in Huaraz and also had the pleasure tasting some Peruvian breakfast: avocado, gem, margarine, coca tea and bread. Later, we met with our contact in Peru, Christian Silva Lindo - a very experienced mountain guide and Jose Luis Flores owner of a mountain shop, and sorted out the plan and logistics for the next few weeks as well as buying supplies and missing equipment for our ascents (stove gas, snow anchors, pitons etc.). Huaraz, was the main supply place for our research.

On August 5 and 6, we climbed to a few photo locations in Cordillera Negra to reproduce panoramas of Cordillera Blanca and Rio Santa Valley. The maximum altitude reached in this section was 4000m, and two taxis provided transportation. On August 7 and 8 we explored Quebrada Cojup, reproducing some of Ayerss photographs; acclimatising and reaching for the first time the altitude of 5035m. Unfortunately, Sorin Rechitan experienced altitude sickness symptoms and could not accompany Aurel and myself to this high pass. During this trek we also had the chance to navigate on Palcacocha Glacial Lake 4566m via a boat, thanks to the kind invitation of two young Peruvian workers. The first avalanche, caused by a serac fall was seen during this journey roaring down the NW face of Pucaranra 6156m. From the August 11 until August 15, we explored Laguna Parron and climbed Artesonraju 6025m. At 05:00, on August 17 we left for Cordillera Huayhuash.

The itinerary was: bus drive from Huaraz to Chiquian and eventually Llamac. Here, we hired Camilo Basilio and 4 of his donkeys to help us carry our equipment while trekking around the main peaks of the Huahuash. The next day, we signed the contract agreement and around 10:00 we were on our way to Quartelhuian. We reached the camp around 16:00 and to our surprise, the tents had already been pitched, thanks to Camilo. On August 19, we reached Cacanapunta pass, 4690m and continued our trek towards Laguna Mitucocha, 4270m where we set camp. Interesting folding and dipping strata near the lake made me go off track to document these features as much as possible. On August 20, after passing through Yanapunta, we reached Laguna Carhuacocha 4138m where one of the best views of Jirishanca, Yerupaja and Siula Grande can be admired. Here we found a piece of the airplane that crashed in Jirishanca in 1950, being owned by Mr Hermes, a shepherd that was living next to the lake. Photography was the main activity of the afternoon and evening. On August 21, we reached Rondoy camp, after crossing Garagocha Punta 5000m and almost getting lost and injured by a rock avalanche. It seemed that the shortcut proposed by Camilo was slightly dangerous and misleading.

On the August 22, we were heading towards Laguna Jahuacocha 4050m. From Sambuya Punta 4740m, we admired the heavily glaciated west side of Rondoy, Mituraju, Jirishanca, Yerupaja and Rassac. The view was breathtaking: massive fragmented glaciers, heavily eroded metamorphic and volcanic summits, and turquoise color lakes such as Solteracocha. On August 22, 23 and 24, we recharged our batteries at Laguna Jahuacocha, eating fresh truchas, potatoes, onions and maize thanks to the hospitality of a Quechua family. The wonderful view of Rondoy, Mituraju and Jirishanca we found truly inspiring. From August 25 until August 28, we were attempting to climb Yerupaja and on August 29 we descended to Llamac through Macrash Punta 4272m. On August 30 we were in Huaraz. The next three days were spent relaxing, eating, socializing and also suffering from food poising in Huaraz. From the August 31 until September 8 we were climbing Alpamayo. The next two days were spent working with Changes for New Hope, filming and photographing the organizations actions. We also had the pleasure to interview Mr Jim Killon, the founder and president of the association. On the September 11, we arrived in Lima and 22 hours later we arrived in Cusco. September 13 and 14 were spent in Agua Calientes and visiting Machu Picchu, the sacred place of the great Inca empire.

On September 16 we travelled to Puno and the next day we sailed on Lake Titicaca and visited the Los Uros floating islands. It was truly astonishing to find out that 3500 people live on floating islands made of bundles of dried totora reeds. We returned to Lima, on September 18, after travelling 23 hours by bus from Puno. Due to time constraints, we only stayed a couple of hours in the capital of Peru, at our friend Pablo. In the evening of September 19 we left Peru, to stop shortly in Amsterdam before reaching Budapest on September 20. The next morning we arrived home, in Arad. Unfortunately, I did not have enough time to tell the story to everyone, as two days later I had to fly to Edinburgh and catch up with university. Conclusion Our research has qualitatively produced some preliminary insights regarding landscape changes in Cordillera Blanca and Cordillera Huayhaush of Peru.

These include: extensive glacier recession and hydrological changes such as the formation of new glacier lakes, changes in the flow characteristics of glacier fed rivers, glacier lake outburst floods and changing flood severity and frequency, and an apparent increase in runoff; urban expansion, population growth and increased human influence on water-glacier systems through the construction of dams and drainage systems; an apparent stability in native polylepsis species accompanied by an increase in non-native eucalyptus and pinus species; an increase in cultivated lands; a possible contamination of the soil and water due to mining activities and pollution due to widespread tourism. The impacts of the shrinkage and disappearance of mountain glaciers in response to ongoing climate change will have many detrimental, social, ecological and economic impacts due to retreat-related hydrological changes. Unless the international climbing and trekking community solves the garbage issue in Huayhuash internally by creating incentives for good behavior, the beauty and ecosystem equilibrium of this mountain chain will be under threat.

Education and information must play a key role in the evolution of Andean communities in order better to understand the changes occurring around them, mitigate any negative effects and become self sufficient. Acknowledgements I should especially like to thank my university staff, Mrs Kate Heal, Mr Wyn Williams and Mr Anthony Newton who, from the beginning supported the project, and myself too, providing recommendations and constructive feedback as well as insightful advice. I also thank Christian Silva Lindo, whose knowledge, expertise, patience, and hospitality made our expedition, logistically possible. I thank too the Alpenverein librarians in Innsbruck and Munich who provided the historic photographs and the National Geographic Society for supporting the project and providing with us the opportunity to stretch our limits and seek further into the field of research and exploration. Special thanks go to Mr Horia Pasculescu, Mr Razvan Muntianu, Mr Vlad Lacu, Mr Glad Varga, Mr Alin Buda and the rest of my sponsors in Romania, as without their support, the project would have been delayed considerably.

Last and not least, I should thank Sorin Rechitan who provided photographic equipment and knowledge, therefore substantially increasing the quality of our material; and my climbing partner, Aurel Salasan, whose patience, dedication and climbing experience have made possible the ascents.

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Frimer, J. 2005. Climbs and Treks in the Cordillera Huayhuash, of Peru. Elaho Publishing Corporation, Squamish, British Columbia, Canada. Kinzl, H. and Schneider. 1950. E. Cordillera Blanca, Peru. Universitats Verlag Wagner, Inssbruck. Ricker, J. F.1981. Yurak Janka. Cordilleras Blanca and Rosko. Alpine Club of Canada. Banff. Canada Academic Journals Baraer, M., Mark, G.B., McKenzie, M.J., Condom, T., Bury, J., Huh.K, Portocarrero, C., Gomez, J. and Rathay, S. 2012. Glacier Recession

Rock n Road with Water

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Hitch hike to the alps - love it - hitch to France - paddle back to cologne. How cool would it be to come back by boat? Growing up along the Rhein and living in Cologne the river seemed like an invitation to explore the way back from the mountains.

Following the allure of the alps, Lisa and I decided to hitch rides down south from Cologne, leaving the bad weather behind. I was amazed how easy it was getting down, although we were fully equipped with all our climbing and camping gear. We met the greatest and weirdest people while hitchhiking. On our way down we passed really rustic villages and wooden chalets, some of them more than 200 years old. We were overwhelmed by the beauty of the granite in the center of the Swiss alps. There, at an altitude of 2500m we set up camp. With the great walls in front of us and the spectacular valley behind, we found good protection between the stones. Loving the higher altitudes we had good fun doing some great climbs in perfect weather.

After a few days the weather turned. We spent our time waiting three nights and days hoping for the rain to stop, listening to music, reading and playing iphone games. Eventually we decided to hitchhike down south, to get some sun. We were almost knocked out by the heat as we arrived near Lago Maggiore, still in our multilayered clothing and used to the cold...From there we hiked into a valley, and camped next to a stream, surrounded by big white stones and pine trees. Enjoying the warmth, the water, the fresh wild fruits and sitting next to the bonfire at night. After a few days and one good Mediterranean climb we had to get back into the mountains, for the last days of the alps. We didn't really want to stop climbing, but as we arrived in Metz and started to put together our inflatable boat, we started looking forward to the days on the river.

We quickly got the hang of it. Floating through a romantic scenery of wine-yards and steep valley slopes with old castles, we didn't rush to arrive at our goal Cologne. We slept in hay fields and between vineyards, ate wild berries which grew almost everywere and enjoyed the clear summer night skies. The river brought us back wholesomely.

Check out the report and tell me what you think! Jake http://www.climbmoremountains.com/#C4 www.facebook.com/Climbmoremountains"

Research on No Man's Land Part I

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In the period 10 August - 1 September, 2010, 9 speleologists from 6 Bulgarian caving clubs(Caving,Vertilend, Helictit, Sofia,Academic, Sofia and Aida, Haskovo and Mrak,Etropole) - members of Bulgarian Federation of Speleology, together with 5 Kyrgyz cavers carriedout joint speleological expedition in the area of Ridge Kokshaaltoo - Mountain Tien Shan in SouthKyrgyzstan (Kyrgizia). Under the leadership of Kamen Bonev, for the first time in the history of Speleology in Bulgaria, Bulgarian cavers searched and explored new caves as high altitude. Theexpedition team consists of specialists in various fields of scientific knowledge - geology, biology,geodesy, geographic information systems and others. This allowed all sites to be mapped and to prepare a complete documentation on them.

An important part of the program was devoted togeological studies and surveying as geo-morphological assessment of potential of the karst area. Biospeleogical and zoological studies was made also. During the expedition were found 71 species of animals. Of these 70 species are reported for the first time around. Five species are found in caves. Fifteen species are established for the first time in Central Asia or in Kyrgyzstan. Ten species are supposed to be new to science and yet they describe. This indicates that the area of the ridge Kokshaaltoo much of an interesting zoological and bio-speleological perspective and have a future profound study.

Cave fauna Material was collected from seven caves. It includes spiders, opiliones, flies, mosquitoes, wood-lice and collembola. There were no highly specialised for life underground cave dwellers - troglobites. Most species are adventitious or using caves for shelter during adverse development periods of the year (mosquitoes and flies) or during hibernation (bears). Only part of the spiders and collembolas partially adapted to underground living species - troglofiles. They are collected only in the entry of or in caves with small length, where there are wet areas and where breed and develop. In the inland areas of the caves are only identified species using them for shelter during hibernation (bears, mosquitoes) or adventitious animals there. Observations during the expedition showed that conditions in the caves of this altitude are very favorable for the development of cave fauna. Due to the low temperatures in all the major caves the water is frozen in the form of compact masses of ice or ice crystals. This has led to a substrate with very low humidity i. e. dry. This prevents mold, fungi or decay of the available organic matter (feces of bears, grass for bedding, hair etc. in the caves, but it is the basis of food chains in cave ecosystems.The highest cave with cave fauna found in the time of this expedition is 3649 m. From there it was collected and one probably new to science species of spider species Lepthyphanthes. Successful results are due to the excellent logistical support of our Kirgizian colleagues from Asia Mountains Group under the direction of the veteran of Kirgizian speleology Sergei Dudashvili.

During the collaboration established close friendly relations between the two teams. Both sides have expressed mutual interest for the implementation of new joint initiatives in the field of speleology and multidisciplinary research on karst terrains.

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Night-time Paddle on the Thames

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It's hard to imagine that an icy, dark, wet November evening could potentially provide such a unique and fun experience. Throw a canoe and the Thames River into the equation and you'll soon forget all about this miserable winter, get active and start enjoying the sights of London in a way experienced by only a few.

Londoners and tourists alike flock to the many different tours and vantage points this great city has to offer, most recently the Shard. There seems to be some kind of instinctual urge, deep within the human psyche, willing us to find that perfect view; for Moo Canoe, it's a completely alternative approach which they have begun to successfully pioneer. This night-time experience, with small groups of 2-person canoes, really adds to the experience, as it seems the entire river has been opened up to only you. The occasional barges and clippers occasionally dash these thoughts, giving rushes of excitement as you begin to lurch up and down suddenly.

These winter months bring the dark evenings around quicker, as I casually arrived after a hard day's graft in the office, ready to unwind well after the sun had set. We started our mini adventure by Lighthouse, where we were met by Katy and Alfie, who kitted us up and went through the evening's plan. Kindly, waterproofs and additional clothing were offered to those who had left anything behind and, after introductions were made, a flight of stairs led down to the riverbank. White canoes with black patches awaited us, clearly living up to the 'Moo Canoe' name. Sitting in the canoes, we shuffled them towards the water and, moments after, we found ourselves gliding through the waters of the Thames. The Canary Wharf estate lights towering above us, lights twinkling far above and reflecting from the wet surfaces of surrounding glass-fronted buildings, the highlight, of course, was One Canada Square and the city's financial centres dwarfing our floating group. The first few minutes on the water are quite surreal but a truly amazing collection of sights. Safety was certainly paramount. Our instructors emphasised the importance of sticking close together on the water, especially in the dark. A vigilant eye was kept on us as we paddled downstream, as we marvelled at numerous sights we had seen before but from totally different perspectives.

A real treat so say the least. I soon realised paddling is hard work! My muscles began to strain at the constant movement and my 'technique', if it may be called that, was somewhat questionable. The instructors were on hand to put this right with efficient and helpful coaching tips. It was a little over an hour when we approached the spectacular Old Royal Navel College at Greenwich, before paddling at full speed to beach ourselves on the southern bank of the river for a well-earned rest. Dinner in the Trafalgar Tavern by the riverside was our interval treat. Less than an hour later, we boarded our canoes for the final return trip back as the tide started to come in. It was then that I decided to try out some photography, quickly realising the almost comic futility of it. It's literally a balancing act holding the ore, trying to stay with the group and taking photographs with a slow shutter speed on a moving canoe. What was I thinking? I gave up and enjoyed the rest of the ride back to Lighthouse.

The entire evening took three and a half hours and accumulated around 6 miles worth of canoeing. I was exhausted, my upper body ached and the buckets of splash-back from a childlike rowing 'technique' means my waterproofs were soaked. For this, I would certainly urge all those who are considering trying this out to realise the essential nature of waterproofs and, if you have any gadgets accompanying you on the canoe (cameras, phones, etc.), I would strongly suggest to bring an Aquapac to protect them. It's certainly an incredible experience, so who wouldn't want to capture this on film? Here's hoping you're more successful than I was! More info Moo Canoes Aquapac

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South West Himlung Expedition 2012

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South West Himlung Expedition. September/October 2012 Himalayan Map House NP107 1:125,000 Nepa Maps Naar Phu 1:60,000 The photos didnt do it justice, nor did they give us a proper indication that we would have to climb a mountain in order to climb this mountain.

It was the first view we had had of Himlung since setting off on the trek and it was becoming clear that we would need all 19 climbing days in order to have any hope of summiting. The trek in to Himlung begins in Besisahar, the starting point for the Annapurna circuit. We arrived here on the 16th September. The monsoon had not quite finished and it was relatively quiet for the Annapurna circuit, being a little early in the season. We were to walk as far as Koto (4 days) and then turn off the circuit into the recently opened Naar/Phoo (Phu) valley and so to Base Camp. The Naar-Phoo valley is different to many of the valleys that trekkers normally visit. It is very narrow and as you continue up the valley it becomes apparent that it is a predominantly a river valley and has not been greatly affected by glaciation in its lower reaches. Koto to Phoo takes about 3-4 days depending on rest days, and acclimatisation rates. Phoo is at an altitude of approx. 3950m.

On the 25th we went from Phoo to Base Camp, 4800m having got our first view of Himlung at the top of the terminal moraine of the Pangri Glacier, We would have to go up and over the 6400m massif in front of Himlung, a fact that we knew but seeing it for real brought home how difficult this may yet prove to be. When we arrived we discovered we were the only team at Base Camp. Prior to our arrival, a small Swiss team had left having only gone as far as Camp 1. Apparently they did not like the look of the section between Camps 1 and 2 and so flew out by helicopter 3 days before our arrival. This meant that we would be opening the route for this season. We were carrying over 1000m of fixed ropes and at present, it looked like we would be laying all of it ourselves. After a couple of days acclimatisation around Base Camp we had the first day of carrying to Camp 1 at 5400m which was located at the edge of the glacier at the top of a rather torturous scree pile. Camp one was 700m below but in view of Camp 2. This first carry took approx. 6 hours. We also got to inspect some of the route to camp 2. It was a lot more crevassed than anticipated suggesting that it was going to take a bit more time to find the route through. After another rest day back at Base Camp, the team went back to Camp 1 and spent the night, before once again returning to Base Camp.

On the 1st October Ben and I along with our Sherpas went back up above Camp 1 to try and find a route through the upper crevasse sections to get camp 2 established. It came down to one small snow bridge which was to provide the key to opening the whole route. We fixed ropes to 5900m. By now there were 2 more teams at Base Camp. We were able to negotiate some more fixed rope from them in return for fixing the rest of the route to just above Camp 2 and some coils for the summit ridge should they be needed. The following days brought some bad weather so the team rested/acclimatised as best we could. On Friday the 5th, Ben, Jon and I decided to go back up through the fixed ropes (now fixed to Camp 2) and check conditions on the face.

We found there to be sections of deep soft snow but no real avalanche risk so we decided to go for Camp 1 on the 7th, and establish Camp 2 and 3 as we went so that hopefully we would have our summit attempt, all going well, on the 10th October. We had lost some time with the route finding and fixing the ropes .The forecast for the period between the 7th and 10th was good, as we were starting to run out of time we decided to go for it. We would carry three tents for 7 of us, carrying them between camps. One of the team had had a bad cough for the entire time and was struggling to acclimatise so after struggling to get to 5000m on the 7th he had elected to return to Base Camp and possibly try again the next day. This was a real loss as had he been fit he was one of the stronger members of the team, so for load carrying duties alone, it did affect us.

The walk up to Camp 1 was now taking only 2 hours compared to the original 6 and we were moving to Camp 2, fully laden by 7.30 the next morning. The snow was still quite soft but we made reasonable time, covering the 700m in about 5 hours. The Sherpas were ahead of us and had our tents put up by the time we got there. It was a windy night but nothing like what was to come at Camp 3. The winds continued at Camp 2 all night but had abated by 9am so by 10am we were leaving Camp 2. Camp 2 to 3 takes about 6 hours and reaches a high point of approximately 6400m before dropping to a col at 6250m and the site of Camp 3. It is quite exposed here as it is at the head of the Nemjung/Pangri glacier valley and the winds have nowhere else to go but over this col. That night at Camp 3 we experienced wind speeds averaging 50mph and gusting at 60-70 mph. The forecast wasnt quite accurate. Our tents were roped down but that didn't stop the snow from getting in-between the inner and outer of the tents, virtually sealing us in. At this stage there were just four of us plus the Sherpas, one other team member deciding that camp 2 was enough had gone back to Base Camp. As can be imagined we got very little sleep and by 5am, nothing had changed. We knew our summit chances were slipping away.

We were still in our tents at 9am when I had a chat with our Sirdar. We weighed up our situation. On the list against staying up and waiting for a chance at the summit was, strong wind and no sign of it stopping, a loaded summit slope which had already showed evidence of a large avalanche, one member feeling sick another getting there. On the list for staying up, Ben and I were feeling OK; we had no real choice but to go down. It took about 40 minutes to get crampons and clothing on, get the tents down and get roped up. All the while the winds never let up. Watches were showing temperatures of -22 degrees, with wind chill we reckoned it was about -30. Ungloved hands took seconds to go numb, which they did as we struggled to take down tents and keep them from blowing away. As a gesture we put up some prayer flags at our furthest point and then began the slog back across the slopes to Camp 2 and out of the wind. It seemed so incongruous, there wasn't a cloud in the sky it looked beautiful but the wind was vicious, we could feel it freezing any exposed skin, particularly on our faces.

It took about an hour and a half to get onto more sheltered slopes and about 4 hours to get back to Camp 2. Struggling to put up some prayer flags, Camp 3, the summit ridge of Himlung in the background. Once we had reached less windy and slightly more consolidated ground, Jon who had carried his skis (most of the way) to Camp 3 in the hope of getting the first British ski decent of Himlung decided that he had better get some skiing in to justify the effort of carrying them all that way. So from the top of the plateau to the small col above Camp 2 Jon skied, and fell for about ten minutes before deciding he had had enough and putting the skis back on the packs and continuing on foot. We stopped at camp 2 briefly for some food then continued on to Camp 1, collected some remaining equipment and then on down to Base Camp which we reached by dark at 6.30pm. On the walk out we passed maybe 5 more teams on their way in to Himlung.

Given how cold temperatures had got to, even at Base Camp, it was not going to be overly pleasant for these teams. On reaching Kathmandu we found out that one of the other teams (commercial trip) had gone up the day after we had come back down. They reached Camp 3 and had attempted the summit. They did not make it and one member of the team suffered frostbite on his feet. Conditions had obviously not improved up there. Thankfully they all got down OK. This knowledge did help with the disappointment of not Summiting in the sense that we felt better about our decision to come down and not push on in those conditions. Considering the collective (in) experience of my team, and taking into account that we opened the route and fixed all the ropes and still made it to the camp 3 springboard for the summit, I think we did extremely well and I am very happy with the result. The company we used for in country Logistics (http://rolwalingexcursion.com.np) are excellent and I have climbed with our Sirdar (Furtemba Sherpa) before. He is one of the best I have worked with. For 3 of the team who reached Camp 3 this was a new personal best in terms of altitude. It was a steep learning curve but one that they coped with exceedingly well. Thanks goes to the BMC for its endorsement of the trip.

Also to Buff for the 5 Buffs each and lastly to Wayfayrer for providing all our high altitude food. South West Himlung 2012 team members; Olan Parkinson ( Irl) Sandra McCord (UK) Justin Featherstone (UK) Ben Reynolds (UK) Jon Fuller (UK) Claire Waterfall (UK) Furtemba Sherpa (Sirdar) Doame Sherpa (Climbing Sherpa) Ang Du Sherpa (Assistant Climbing Sherpa) Ringsee Sherpa (Cook) Nima Sherpa (Cook) Razinda Sherpa (Kitchen boy) Olan Parkinson. Expedition Leader, Himlung 2012. A note on the maps. The Nepa Map series puts the Base Camp in the 6A grid square, this is incorrect (for the current base camp) It is in fact in the 7A grid square between the 4800m and 5000m contours below the fork in the stream on the west of the square one quarter of the way up the grid square. GPS, 4850m N 28degrees 47.687, E 84degrees, 20.653 approx. The Himalayan Map house location is correct. 

Encircle Africa

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Into Somaliland The 13 months of travel were hard, fantastic months. I was heading to Tangier, Morocco, from Tangier, Morocco. Strange perhaps, but returning to where I had started was a pre-requisite of circumnavigating Africa by public transport, solo and unsupported, for the first time.

It was an expedition I had christened Encircle Africa. I learnt within days of leaving Tangier that the term public transport is a much looser one in Africa than in Europe, roughly equating to anything that is willing to transport you and your 20 kilogram rucksack anywhere for a fee. The important factor was that I didn't have my own transport, and was morally barred from privately chartering any. Four of the 13 months were still ahead of me at the Somaliland border with Djibouti on the edge of the Gulf of Aden. I had approached Somaliland, the autonomous semi-independent region of north-eastern Somalia, from Ethiopia. In doing so I had abandoned the African coast at Lamu, Kenya, to avoid unsafe southern Somalia.

This was the first significant detour from the coast since leaving Tangier and heading west around the continent nine months previously. The temperature seemed to jump significantly as soon as I cross the concrete bridge designed for functionality rather than beauty over the plastic-infested dry Wajaale River. It marks the border between Ethiopia and Somaliland, close to the Ethiopian town of Jijiga. An old Peugeot bush taxi took me and five others the two hours to the de facto capital, Hargeisa. Built in 1953, the Oriental Hotel is the oldest in the capital, and one of the best in town; the management used to the whimsical desires of visitors trying to circumnavigate the continent it seemed. It was unusual for my meagre budget to stretch so far. I was usually looking for the worst hotel in town. The Oriental was one of the few multi-storey buildings in the centre of the city. Photographs around the reception area showed a torn shell of a building.

It had recovered well since the civil war, the collapse of Somali central government and the declaration of unilateral independence by Somaliland in 1991. The wide corridors of the upper floors overlook a central covered courtyard that acts as breakfast room and restaurant. My room looked out over the dusty roads dotted with the vast parasols of goldsmiths and money-changers. The money-men sat in the shade besides pyramidal stacks of blocks of grubby Somaliland Shillings the size of house bricks. Held together with rubber bands they equated to little more than 12 each. Wandering around the city centre, a few blocks of mostly unattractive utilitarian buildings, it was difficult to avoid falling into conversation, making Hargeisa a very friendly place. Elegantly dressed ladies in colourful wax cloth wraps greeted me in Mancunian, London, and Scottish accents.

The lingua franca in Somaliland is English, the state having been the protectorate of British Somaliland until independence in 1960 and unification with Italian Somaliland to create Somalia. Seeing the success of their homeland, a substantial number of people have returned from refuge in Britain. At 600 for a prime specimen, I couldnt afford a camel at the livestock market. There were almost as many good-natured but clingy children as animals. The camels looked nonchalant, perfectly suited to the conditions, their owners initials painted in vibrant green on their flanks. In contrast, the children were desperate to take in every second of my visit, despite the pleas of older citizens to leave me alone. On Independence Avenue I past a red post box made in Stirlingshire.

It was torn open like a ripped up inner tube of toilet roll. On a stone plinth the camouflaged fuselage of a MiG fighter jet sent from Mogadishu that crashed while attacking the city before independence in 1991. Since then, while the rest of Somalia has become a byword for chaos, internationally unrecognised Somaliland has quietly advanced, even housing a Coca-Cola factory. My circumnavigation saw me moving roughly northwards soon enough. I managed to get a place in an old Toyota Land Cruiser heading towards Djibouti via a rough road and a 20 hour journey time. We travelled from the late afternoon onwards, to avoid the heat of the day, in what could tentatively be called desert. Given the surrounding dryness of the environment I was surprised by the quantity of wildlife. Tiny dik-dik, antelope the size of a domestic cat, roam as the vehicle passes.

Birds of an astonishing variety of colours shoot by the open windows. A giant tortoise desperately tries to look inconspicuous beneath a scraggy bush, its limbs drawn in in sleep. The view became a little monotonous as the sun sank and it got increasingly difficult to decipher the objects around me. The ground was sand, the shrubs small woody-stemmed plants with small leaves. Our arrival at Boroma (twinned with Henley-on-Thames) did little to break the monotony, and as it got dark I tried to sleep, drawing in my limbs like the tortoise. The early morning eventually arrived, and saw me arrive at Zeila. How the driver found his way I couldn't say, with tyre-tracks leading off in all directions all the time. I would have liked to spend a little time in Zeila, the home to one of the oldest mosques in the world, but my lack of private transport prevented me doing so. I was also concerned for the apparent lack of water.

The Zeila I was expecting to arrive at was an ancient port. I began to believe the Gulf of Aden didn't actually exist, not catching sight of the muddy blue, flat and uninteresting water until the border with Djibouti at Looyada. My short time in Somalil and had ended, though my circumnavigation and the desire to be near the edge of the African continent would continue for another four months, until I reached Tangier and was able to remind myself that I had been there before, and the first solo and unsupported circumnavigation of Africa by public transport was complete.

Geoscientific, Mountaineering and Photographic Expedition to Peru

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Expedition background, members, team and partners: A group of three Romanian climbers, (one of which studying Bsc Environmental Geoscience at the University of Edinburgh formed this years National Geographic Young Explorers team to carry a scientific and mountaineering expedition in Peru.

The expedition was comprised of three members: Sorin Rechitan (expedition photographer), Aurel Salasan (mountaineering and safety) and Sergiu Jiduc (logistic leader). It was funded in part by the National Geographic Society through a Young Explorers Grant as well as private companies and individuals from Arad, Romania. Other organizations with whom we collaborate includes: The National Snow and Ice Data Center, Boulder, Colorado, USA (NSIDC), The Mountain Institute, Deutcher Alpenverein Club and Austrian Alpine Club. Expedition aims: 1) to reproduce older photographs made by the 1932, 1936 and 1939 Alpenverein Expeditions to Cordillera Blanca and Cordillera Huayhaush of Peru. 2) to compare the old and new photographs and interpret the landscape changes that occurred in the last 80 years. 3) to identify such changes in glacial, vegetation cover as well as human impact evolution 4) to film and photograph the entire expedition, focusing on field activities such as research method, video interviews with local people, climbing etc. in order to create a high quality documentary and photographic exhibitions 5) to provide interested organizations such as the NSIDC and Mountain Institute with updated photographic and video material.

Brief Description of research/activities conducted during expedition: After our arrival in Huaraz, we met with our contact in Peru, Mr Christian Silva, mountain guide, with whom we identified the photo locations more precisely using his knowledge of the area, GPS coordinates and Alpenverein maps. After sorting out logistics we spent three days climbing above 4000m in Cordillera Negra to reproduce six panoramas. Next, we visited a few valleys such as Cohup, Yanganuco and Paron, where we looked at flooding, glacial and vegetation characteristics reproducing more Alpenverein photographs. We stopped the field research for a few days as Aurel Salasan and Sergiu Jiduc climbed Artensonraju 6025m via the South East Face, D+, 800m, 45-75. The climb has been video recorded. Next, we moved to Cordillera Huyahuash, where we hired four donkeys, a horse and a donkey driver and trekked around Jirishanca, Yerupaja and Sula Grande for six days and reproduced a limited number of photographs. After two days of rest, Aurel Salasan and Sergiu Jiduc attempted a serious climb on Yerupaja 6617m, via the West Face 1000m level difference, the second highest mountain in Peru.

This proved to be a very dangerous and demanding climb and due to the high objective hazards (avalanches, bergschrunds, overhanging seracs) we were forced to hide in a crevice for seven hours at 6200m. Eventually, we abseiled the west face using V-threads and snow picks. Back to safety, we left Cordillera Huayhuash and moved to Santa Cruz valley in Cordillera Blanca. Here, we reproduced more photographs and climbed the beautiful Alpamayo mountain 5947m via the French Direct Route 600m D+/TD, 65-90. In Huaraz, we were involved in a social program with Changes for New Hope an organization preoccupied with the improvement of the lives of children living in the Peruvian Andes. During the last week, we visited Lima, Cuzco, Machu Picchu, Puno and Lake Titicaca with the Los Uros floating islands. On the 19th of September we left Peru and after 20 hours of travelling, we arrived in Arad, Romania Expedition outcomes and benefits:

The expedition has been a great success, managing to reproduce around 23 Alpenverein photographs, and taking hundreds more with great scientific importance. Interviews with local people have pointed out serious problems regarding the illegal mining and contamination of the areas visited. Preliminary comparison of photographs shows great changes especially those related to glacial characteristics.

The expedition material is being processed by National Geographic Society and our team and will be transformed into scientific papers, travel journal, photographic exhibitions and probably a TV documentary. The NSIDC and the Mountain Institute are interested to update their database with our photographic material and last but not least, all expedition members have learned a lot about running a scientific research project and collaborating with science based institutions as well as people from a different country.

Diving Bikini's Nuclear Fleet

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The nuclear wrecks of Bikini Atoll are universally recognised as one of the top ten dive sites in the world. Sadly there is no longer a dive operation on Bikini, but back in 1999 when there was, I had the opportunity to experience diving this incredible submerged museum to the atomic age. Lying 4500 miles off the west coast of the United States, at the northern end of the Marshall Islands, Bikini Atoll was the site of the fourth and fifth nuclear bomb detonations, in mid 1946. 73 target ships were assembled in the atolls lagoon and subjected to two atomic blasts in Operation_Crossroads.

Nine of the target ships remain on the 50m deep lagoon floor, a couple of miles offshore in the depression left by the second (Baker) test. In May 1999 Chris Lewis and I, both experienced technical wreck divers, made the pilgrimage to the Marshall Islands. The journey to Bikini took us from London, Heathrow, over the glacier covered mass of Greenland, across the USA for a short stop at Los Angeles and then on to Hawaii. Here we had a day to explore the museums and monuments at Pearl Harbour before continuing our journey to Majuro, capital of the Marshall Islands, crossing the International Date Line on the way. With our body clocks now completely messed up, we managed a few beers and an overnight rest before the weekly Air Marshall Islands flight out to Bikini, still 600 miles of island hopping away. The landing strip at Bikini is on the island of Eneu, with an eight mile boat ride to Bikini Island itself.

The substantial excess baggage cost to transport our diving kit from Majuro to Bikini had precluded the option to add the weight of a case or two of beers for the week ahead (not that drinking and diving should be mixed). Big mistake! We arrived to discover that the boat skipper had just consumed the very last of the beer supplies on the island! Even more distressing was the later realisation that we were never actually charged for the excess baggage!! The diving operation was set up to cater for up to 12 divers, with air conditioned accommodation, air compressor and nitrox (oxygen enriched air) mixing facilities. With the nearest recompression chamber 1700 miles away on Johnston Island and a once weekly flight in and out of Bikini, diving practices had to be completely safe. All the wrecks were permanently buoyed and decompression stops were carried out a trapeze suspended from the dive boat, with oxygen rich surface supplied gas. As it turned out, Chris and I were the only divers there for the week!

There are only a handful of inhabitants on the island; a couple of environmental monitoring people, a few caterers and cleaners and the few running the diving operation. The main dive boat, Bravo, was broken down when we arrived, leaving only a landing craft to dive from (and transport us from the airstrip), at least for the first part of the week. Lucky there were only two of us! The most celebrated of the ships sunk in the lagoon are probably the aircraft carrier USS Saratoga, the battleships USS Arkansas and HIJMS Nagato. These ships are all huge and necessitate quite a few dives on each to gain a reasonable appreciation of them. As I mentioned, Chris and I were the only divers there, so our guide, Anton, was able to indulge us. We dived the Saratoga 5 times, there being so much to explore on this 900 foot long aircraft carrier, with access to the aircraft hanger decks, still with aircraft present in varying states of preservation, in the company of 1200lb bombs and the like!

Other dives took us through the accommodation and recreation areas, barbers shop, radio and other control rooms and the bridge area as well as to an Avenger aircraft lying on the lagoon bed someway off the aft port quarter, returning to the main wreck along a line of anchor chain to take in the enormous propellers. The upper superstructure of this wreck rises to within 12m of the surface from the 52m at the propellers, making for some truly spectacular diving! The Japanese battleship Nagato, Admiral Yamamotos flagship at Pearl Harbour, lies upside-down with her four massive props and twin rudders uppermost. The decks are suspended a few metres away from the lagoon bottom by the central superstructure, enabling access to the giant 18 inch guns and their turrets in-between. Some excellent dives through the passages and rooms within the ships interior were undertaken. The bridge structure has been broken off, presumably striking the bed of the lagoon as she rolled over, and lies stretched out to the port side of the wreck, making it easy to explore.

The US battleship Arkansas sustained significant damage from the undersea (Baker) detonation and the massively thick armoured hull can be seen crumpled like paper from the shock wave. She again is turned turtle with the large main guns protruding from between the decks and lagoon bed. The lesser well known, smaller wrecks make equally good dives but are easy to explore in one or two visits. During the week we also dived the destroyers Lamson Anderson, the transport Carlisle and the submarine Apogon. All the wrecks, to varying degrees, exhibit damage demonstrative of the immense power of a nuclear blast. A very unique and sobering experience. As the week progressed, the visibility in the lagoon improved and on a number of the dives we could see that we were regularly being watched by cruising sharks. The main dive boat was encouraged back into life, making the 2 mile journey to and from the wrecks a lot more comfortable than the landing craft! Entertainment on the island was pretty non-existent.

The small collection of buildings that remain of the settlement, built to accommodate the US military during the nuclear tests, includes a small cinema which we had all to ourselves. Sadly though, not a great selection of films. We were fed pretty well in the rather basic canteen, the two of us with plenty of choice of where to sit each mealtime. The bar, situated picturesquely on the white coral beach overlooking the azure blue waters of the lagoon, was completely dry! At the end of the week, we were sad to leave behind the stunning wrecks and classic tropical island scenery of Bikini Atoll, but very glad of a few cold beers when we reached the scruffy environs of Majuro, our first stop on the three day journey home.

These were the days before the advent of consumer digital camera technology and between us, Chris and I obtained a collection of not particularly high quality but memorable still and video images from above and below water. Some of Chris' stills have been included here.

The video story I made of the trip as a personal record can be viewed at: https://vimeo.com/37944683 (17 mins long well worth a watch if you're a wreck diving fan). We both feel very privileged and fortunate to have had such an opportunity and amazing experience."