Blogs from Amundsen-Scott South Pole Station, Antarctica, Antarctica

Today I finally have a true day off which gives me a chance to catch up on sleep and to also update my blog (you lucky devils.) Since my last blog I have done 4 trips on a maxi sailing yacht as a extra crew member. The first was with my brother and sister in law as passengers on a boat called boomerang. This trip went really well and both said they had a good time which is always good. The trips consist of a afternoon sailing to begin with and then the opportunity to go for a swim or sometimes a snorkel. Then dinner and normally a fair amount of alcahol. The 2nd day consists of a trip to Whitehaven in the morning, a sail followed by a snorkel in the afternoon and a trip ... read more

Apologies for the break in continuity......! Feeling better this morning.......breakfast is good: ham & eggs, and ham & cheese croissants - yep, they're beginning to feature more and more in the daily diet...... We head out into Cusco and visit the Inca Walls and wander the narrow cobbled streets where the relentless street hawkers ply their crafts in pursuit of the tourist pound. At every attempt we buy water and when we can, Coke Zero.....even if the sell-by dates have always expired. We visit Inglesia de Santa Domingo, a church from the middle ages and then set off to find the main railway station that we remember Palin arriving into Cusco via. We struggle, even though our map is current and despite several attempts by John......"donde esta l'staticion"......I'm sure that's how Raul taught me to say ... read more

We're back and easy like Sunday morning are in the wrong order, I got the dates wrong........! Put it down to the altitude......! ... read more

As you can see we are back on the phone and back in Antarctica.......(we've tried believe us) Denise goes for breakfast and brings John back a ham and cheese sandwich.....whilst John pays the bill and checks out. Denise then sips a coco leaf tea and we wait for the taxi. For 10 soles we are taken by little more than a cart-truck to the airport by which point our lungs are suitably full of whatever fumes come from whatever fuel they run these cars on.....? Even pink diesel that most of Barlborough (past life) runs on doesn't taste like this. Regardless, we tip generously and walk into the check-in hall and join the chaos that appears to be for the Aerosur flight to La Paz. Only 2 flights a week run this route and it is ... read more

Long journey. 24hrs from wake up to head-down. Landed in Newark, new jersey at 12:30 EST at gate C125. It appears that USA is no longer a "free" country after all, as we had to pay our $14 EST immigration charge before leaving uk. And after a very warm send off by the airline staff and much thanks and gratitude for flying their airline, we joined the queue marked "aliens". We checked out at passport control, collected bags, cleared customs..........turned left after the double doors...........re-checked the bags, queued for security scanning........had to practically get dressed again, queue for passport control, and run to..................gate C125 where a rather familiar air raft was waiting to run a service to lima, Peru. The staff questioned why we were running late............and I nearly...........but Denise restrained me. We took our seats ... read more

Ellie: Despite the fish tank, we're back at our favourite cafe. Today we went to Nusa Dua. Upon arrival we were expecting a line of gleaming five star hotels, backing on to a pristine beach. We were dropped off near a car park, some litter, and some men on jet-skis shouting "water spor? water spor?" Oh. Luckily we weren't put off and set off in search of a nicer patch of sand. It didn't take long to find the row of gleaming hotels we were expecting. I managed to sweet talk a nice Indonesian man called Davna (or something) into letting us have a day on the sun loungers at "Oasis" hotel for only 40 000 rupiah (about three quid). We basked there smugly all day, complete with stripy five star towels. Unfortunately, lying about being ... read more

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4) Olive Outside a bar under A green Heineken umbrella, An old woman, Tattered purple coat. Sunglasses and a gray hat. I am back in Nyack. My year in India is over. So is the covert love affair. I can't think of India or Sahaya Mary; I cannot bear their loss. Up Main Street past the bar and The drifter alone at the table. "Come here," she soothes. "You have a story to tell." I sit and tell her how I would have married Sahaya Mary, I Really would have And lived in India And spoken Tamil And had meaning And had intensity in my life. She nodded her head As if expecting every word. When I stood up, I had returned, I had returned To America. 5) Wings It is true, With you I soar ... read more