For those that know me, you'll know I like to dabble in the kitchen. That too extends to expeditions in the field, although I can't comment on my ability, most others aren't alive to do so now either.
Embarking on my first was a fluke. Back in the days of 'msn' I heard from a friend about an expedition to Svalbard. Sounded interesting, though I confess to not having a clue what Svalbard was..
A few weeks ago I posted ten interesting photos as ranked by those clever folks at Flickr. I didn't really agree with them, in fact, I think a lot of those photos are quite dull..
I often get asked why I go on expeditions. What's the point? Why put up with hardships and trials and bad days? Why go far away from the comforts of civilization and stability?
The more you know, the saying goes, that more you realise you know nothing. The same is true for traveling, I think..
Whilst packing for Oman I was aware that whatever I decided to take, I would probably have to carry. That's a wonderful incentive for packing light.