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. […]
The best way to prepare for and endure any long distance flight is to get thoroughly rat-arsed. So drunk that you sweat and deep thrombose your way through the flight in a semi-conscious state. Think of yourself as beef jerky at 30,000 feet. When you land at your destination, simply add water and stir. Bam.
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It is faintly ridiculous that in my bag I am carrying a number of lumps of iron across the Atlantic. In many other bags on the plane sit many other chunks of iron. Transformers, we call them in England, and not the ‘Robots In Disguise’. I think the septics call them inverters. My laptop, phones
