So I made it from the Med to the English Channel (or The Channel as the french call it). Without petrol or gas or trains or anything. Under my own steam, powered by food. Some days I had four Mars bars in addition to the other five meals. But I made it, mainly in one […]
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I am now officially down the mountains, and all but survived the drinking with the team of crack commandos and crazy Poles. I did get my expedition tattoo though. But the emotional rollercoaster dumped me at a bit of a dead end. I bought a bike today and plan to set off for England tomorrow.
Somewhere in Italy, we descended from the third in a series of cable cars at about 3500 metres. We put on our glacier gear and tentatively headed into the furrow in the snow which led off to the other peaks. We had not trained on snow, so had no idea what it would be like.
