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.
The media loves big, exciting, daring adventures and expeditions.
Anyone who knows me or reads this blog, will probably know how much I hark on about the joys of science and adventure.
My world revolves around conservation, and because of that I think I'm often guilty of forgetting the importance of humans in the equation.
To really get to know a country, you have to wild camp.
I can't think of anything that excites a greater sense of childlike wonder than to be in a country where you are ignorant of almost everything.
I spent this evening daydreaming about possible expeditions. Fittingly, in the pub just down the road from the Royal Geographical Society.
Perhaps rightly so, we were a little apprehensive of passing through Kosovo on our journey from London to Istanbul. In fact, given recent unrest in the Northern area around Mitrovica we had decided to avoid the country all together.
A map of our overland journey from London to Istanbul.
A bird in the hand is definitely worth two in the bush - at least in terms of inspiring young people to take an interest in wildlife and conservation...
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?