One-third of the world's wild nature has been lost since I was a child and first heard the word 'conservation'. That's what keeps me awake at night.
My world revolves around conservation, and because of that I think I'm often guilty of forgetting the importance of humans in the equation.
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..
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?
On one particularly tiring and long day, the very instant my head hit the pillow (insert: a sandy pair of rather grim trousers) the valley boomed with the rasping bellow of an Arabian Leopard.