Nepal and it’s people hold a special place in my heart – I have been fortunate to visit four times and each time I’ve fallen more in love with the place, the people and their culture.
Shocked and sad about the earthquake I felt pretty helpless in the comfort of my home, wondering how I could help. I have good friends who were out there at the time of the earthquake, some were even on Everest when the quake hit and through their charities I was able to make donations that I knew would be used wisely.
My donations felt like a tiny drop in the ocean and I wondered how I could encourage other people to donate and I hit upon the idea of rewarding donations to my friends charities with Toblerone.
A good friend had given me a giant bar of Toblerone for Easter. And when I say giant, I mean 4.5kgs! I decided I would deliver a chunk of Toblerone for each donation. Where possible I would deliver in person; by foot, by ElliptiGo or by car.
I thought to myself, even if I only get a couple of donations it’s better than nothing. I was overwhelmed by the response, in just a few days all the chunks were gone (there were 12) and some people even re donated their chunk so that I could put them up for delivery again. Thanks to everyone’s generosity we raised £1,130.00!!!
I’ve almost delivered all the chunks and it’s been lovely to catch up with (and in some cases meet the people) who donated. Thank you all xxx
Please check the links below to see the good work these charities are doing and also if you can donate, please do. It all makes a difference.
It’s four years today since I was on top of the world, literally.
I’m careful where I use the word luck, because to hold luck responsible for something isn’t always accurate and can take away from the effort involved. However, I can definitely say, especially in light of recent events in Nepal, I was lucky enough to reach the summit of Mount Everest.
This morning there was news of a second huge earthquake in Nepal and I wanted to help, I wanted to do something. My single donation felt like a drop in the ocean but together with other donations all of a sudden ‘we’ can make a difference.
I had an idea to reward donations with Toblerone. A dear friend, knowing my love for chocolate, had recently given me a 4.5kg bar of Toblerone and I thought, perhaps people will donate to the efforts in Nepal and in return I can share a huge chunk of chocolate.
That was this morning. Just 10hours later through generous donations, the Toblerone is almost gone and the £500 target that I wanted to raise has been met.
I can’t think of a better way to have recognised my summit anniversary than to have contributed to the efforts being made to help re build Nepal.
There is still a few chunks of Toblerone left, so if you can donate, please do. I have chosen the following four charities to support because I personally know the people who are responsible for where the funding is going.
Last week I headed to Salzburg to the famous Hangar 7 to attend a press launch revealing the route for the 2015 Red Bull X-Alps race.
Known for being the toughest adventure race in the world, the race sees athletes cover a distance of over 1000km, by foot or by paraglider, from Salzburg to Monaco.
During the race athletes must pass certain designated turn points and this dictates the route. For 2015 there will be 10 turn points, through 6 countries covering 1038km.
This year also sees the brand new one day Powertraveller Prologue race. On the 2nd July the athletes will take part in a mini X-Alps completing a triangle around Fuschl Am See. Unlike the race itself the Powertraveller Prologue will allow fans to be really close to the action for the entire duration. The first three athletes to finish will earn a five-minute head start in the main race and they will also win an additional Led Lenser Nightpass to journey through the night. The night pass could be a game changer and have a significant impact on the race results.
Attending the route announcement were four of the Red Bull X-Alps athletes.
Chrigel Maurer (SUI1) winner of the previous three races and race record holder (last year he finished the race in 6 days 23hrs and 40mins!). Chrigel told me that whilst the route isn’t much longer he thinks it will be much harder, especially if the weather is bad. I wondered if now he knew the route he would change his training plan but he said not, that the weather now will be very different to July and so there would be no real advantage. Maurer told me that he uses a process to train that works for anywhere in the world – the process is “to learn what is needed to continue. So taking small steps using the map, a weather forecast and feeling”.
I asked him if he was feeling pressure to win because of his previous race domination and he said, “I feel pressure because I broke my leg and the big question is how it will work in the summer”. He continued, “my head is fast like last summer but my leg is slow and I hope I can perform like last year, I believe I can still be fast. There are also many new athletes this year, 22 new teams, and we don’t know how they will do, maybe they have some new ideas and will be much faster, this we have to accept and to know it can happen and react smart – that will be the challenge.”
Not the only one with leg troubles, Italian athlete Aaron Durogati (ITA) and his team mate Ondrej Prochazka were also there – both recovering from broken legs! Aaron, now well recovered told me about his Italian diet and said he can easily eat half a kilo of pasta! “…but it must be gluten free with just olive oil.” He smiled and looked over to team mate Ondrej ” he has to cook a lot of pasta because I don’t like energy gels too much, I prefer real food.”
I was excited to get the chance to meet Yvonne Dathe (GER2) – one of the two women in the race this year – there hasn’t been a woman in the X-Alps for 10 years!
I asked her what her first reaction was when she found out she had been accepted into the X-Alps, “oh god!” was her reply with a big smile! “I think it’s a big challenge and I want to do my best, concentrating on having my own race.”
Yvonne told me, “I think women have the same chances as men although less enter because they are fearful. I hope to send a positive message to other women and more will get involved.”
Local pilot Paul Guschlbauer (AUT1) was also there, he’s been training harder than ever before and several people suggested that he would for sure be one to watch this year!
As the press launch came to an end Hannes Arch, the race mastermind summarised…
“The race will be fast if there is good weather and good thermals. This is the 7th edition of the X-Alps and more than ever the athletes are learning and developing in every detail of the race. One thing is for sure, every year there can be big surprises and the organisers are usually one step behind!”
The sky was grey but the storm had passed, it was moving South and as luck would have it I had just flown North. Waiting at Sacramento airport I pondered what it was going to be like meeting ‘The Honza’.
The Red Bull X-Alps in July 2015 will be the 39 year old’s 5th time in the race. Understanding more about the event it’s little wonder it has gained itself the title, the world’s toughest adventure race. Athletes must travel a straight line distance of 1000km by foot or by paraglider from Salzburg to Monaco.
The bar is raised every year, Maurer – who won last years race in a record 6 days 23 hours – with his bird like instincts has taken the competition to another level. For Honza, of course another podium finish would be incredible but his ultimate challenge, yet to be realised, is to reach goal in Monaco. There’s a rule that means once the winner is in goal, the race stops after two days (as long as the overall race finishes in no less than 12 days). His best result was 3rd in 2009 but he’s never made the finish.
I heard a voice shouting “Squash!” there was a tall, athletic looking man in shorts (it was freezing!) with long hair scraped back into a pony tail, it was Honza. I headed his way. As I approached the car I saw a blond haired little boy smiling and looking up at me, “that’s my son, Martin. I just picked him up from school.” said Honza as he took my bag from me, lifting all 23kgs in one hand like it was weightless.
In the front of the car was a huge black spider, “I made it for Halloween.” Martin told me. I admired the spider, especially all the glitter and jewels it was decorated with.
There’s nothing like a child to break the ice and bring the conversation down to basics. We soon covered our ages and what had been going on at school that day. “Usually I pick Martin up from school and run home with him on my shoulders, then run back to collect the car” said Honza. Immediately I was getting a glimpse into how this guy makes his training work with a young family.
I’d got lucky being able to meet Honza in person. I was in LA and had a weekend to spare before flying home, I contacted him to see if we could meet up for a hike and fly and it just so happened I’d picked the weekend before Honza and his family were departing for Chile – where they spend Christmas. It only gave us a day though, I arrived on Friday evening, we had Saturday and I was leaving again on Sunday morning.
On arrival at Honza’s home I met his lovely wife Barbara and Martin showed me to my room, his room, which he was kindly letting me stay in. Honza told me about the stunning images that were hung on the walls. Many were taken in Chile, where Honza has recently built a cabin, a place for all his family to go to and where he hopes to be able to spend more and more time flying and enjoying the outdoors. The cabin looks out onto the volcano Villarrica where Honza carried out much of the practical side of his Meteorology degree. He said that’s the reason he was in such good shape for the first X-Alps – he hiked up and down it many times that year.
Dinner was a team effort. Honza, Barbara and Martin were all involved. Martin was wielding a kitchen knife to cut the mushrooms and I watched, impressed by the five year old’s competency, as he sliced and chopped. It was a lovely evening. I was made to feel very welcome. Barbara smiled, saying that she was happy I was there to go and hike and fly with Honza as it would give her the day off, telling me, she loves cities but a city break isn’t something that happens too often. “Honza never ever, ever stops. We are always, hiking and camping and doing something active. These days if he’s moving too fast we try and weigh him down with Martin and all the camping equipment!” She joked.
After dinner, nervous of just what ‘a hike’ with Honza might entail I was conscious a good nights sleep was needed. Honza and I packed our kit for the next morning. We’d leave early.
We really had got lucky with the weather, the storm had passed when I arrived and Saturday was the only day with no rain and light winds forecast. I rose just after 6am, Honza was already up and playing with Martin. He told me that he’s usually up around 5am as he prefers to get to work early so he can leave in time to collect Martin and do the school run! His day job, as an atmospheric scientist, was a compromise, Honza wanted freedom but also had a family to think about. The flexible hours, being able to work outdoors and going on trips that were conducive to paragliding when he’d finished for the day made it a good compromise.
Our plan for the day was to head to San Francisco, grab a couple of photos at the Golden Gate bridge and then hike up and around Mt Tamalpais with a view to flying if the weather played ball.
We soon reached a road block, the storms had caused land slides and the roads to the car parks on Mt Tam were closed. Honza thought for a few seconds, turned the car around and we headed to Stinson beach. “We’ll hike from here, it’s better training anyway going from the bottom, and then we’ll land on the beach near the car if we can fly.”
It turned out to be a brilliant plan, the road blocks meant most people had simply turned around so not only did we have a beautiful hike but we had the entire place to ourselves. Wasting no time we hopped out of the car and Honza began organising the most incredible amount of food and water. He had supplies that would have kept us going for days. I looked at him, slightly puzzled and asked how long was this hike we would be going on? He laughed and said, “I know, I know, I have way too much.” He then explained that he had ‘Ruwenzori Syndrome’. “Back in 1991 my family and I did a week long backpacking trip in the Ruwenzori mountians in Uganda, my brother and I felt that we didn’t have enough food and so it’s been an inside family joke that ever since we take too much.”
We left the car and set off, uphill, towards take off. Despite being known for and openly admitting that he doesn’t like social media or attention it was clear that, after less than 24hrs with Honza, it wasn’t because he’s shy or doesn’t like talking. In fact he’s the opposite, Honza has plenty to say, he’s generous and thoughtful in conversation and has a willingness to share information. He just doesn’t see the point in wasting so much time interacting with a screen when there is so much to be done… outside, that’s real. And he’s got a point.
As we hiked up and up I tried to ask questions which required a long answer. The more talking Honza did, the better I was able to keep up with him!
We reached a take off. There was an option to go higher to another one, but we both agreed we should take advantage of the conditions right now and go for this opportunity to fly. We looked out to a tree on the beach, it was the landing zone marker, and discussed a flight plan, with the standard back up ‘if in doubt, fly straight out and head for the beach’.
I was running through my final checks and Honza was set up next to me waiting for me to go. He would take off after me. What an honour it was to be sharing the sky with this man. A Red Bull X-Alps athlete! I took a deep breath, using the fear that is always present every time I fly to focus, I waited for the moment and went for it. Commitment to a take off is as vital as fuel is to a jet plane. You won’t get off the ground without it. I was in lift immediately. It was perfect conditions for flying.
Honza took off straight after I was in the air and found lift, he went higher and higher. I wasn’t so bold and played safe, soon heading out towards the ocean and a very satisfying beach landing. I looked up for Honza, he’d reached cloud base! I was delighted he was having such a good flight and wondered if I’d been too quick to head for the landing when there was clearly lift to be had.
I packed up my glider, sat on a chunk of driftwood and looked out to the ocean.
Honza landed with a smile as wide as his glider! He had been up to cloud base, which unbeknown to me was almost unheard of in this flying location. It was now after lunch time and rather than a stop for lunch we decided to eat while we hiked and try and get in another flight.
I asked Honza about food. I wondered if he had a strict plan or followed a particular diet. “Not really” he answered. I wasn’t surprised. Having already covered this topic when I met Red Bull athlete Tom De Dorlodot I had a feeling they would have a similar theory about food…. and training for that matter. These guys don’t separate their everyday life from their training. This is what they do, it’s who they are. The most important thing for them is to listen to their bodies. Honza said for the X-Alps itself he had figured out a diet that worked well for him during the race. He had juice soaked chai seeds for breakfast, an egg sandwich once he’d got going, energy gels during the day and quinoa with veg/meat in the evening and plenty of water.
By the time we reached take off again the wind was coming over the back and it was impossible to take off, so we continued our hike. There was another take off higher up but the chances of flying now were very slim. Wandering up through the woods we came across a banana slug! It was huge. Honza suggested I took a photo of it next to the powermonkey explorer 2 so that you could get an idea of its size.
The powermonkey is not only a brilliant portable, waterproof and tough power solution that can be used to show the size of slugs, it’s also the reason I got to meet Honza in the first place. Powertraveller, who make the product are partners of the Red Bull X-Alps 2015 and as their ambassador I have the wonderful job of getting to meet the people who are using the kit and work alongside them to understand their needs and how the product can be the best it can be. I asked Honza for a photo of him with his new powermonkey explorer 2. I said, “you can do what you like in the photo” not thinking for a minute he’d find the nearest rock and back flip off it! But that’s what he did!
We reached the higher take off and the sun was beginning to set. The wind was still coming over the back and we both agreed at least we’d been lucky enough to get one good flight that day, inwardly, obviously, both not wanting to hike back down. We didn’t rush to start walking, instead we wandered around and stalled… hoping the wind might die down. It did! Not quite believing our luck we had our gliders out and wasting no time I ran as hard and fast as I could in order to make the nil wind (bordering on slight downhill wind) take off. Once airborne I knew there was still a chance of not making the beach, there was no lift at all and a ridge and trees to clear before it was a glide to the landing tree on the beach. I lifted my legs high, as if that would make any difference!! and focused on judging the ridge, could I make it? I was at the point of no return, I held my breath as I cleared the trees and looked behind to see Honza was right there. It was a magical flight – ocean, beach, a sunset and Honza. There I was with The Honza!
We drove back to Sacramento, both elated from the perfect day we’d had. We’d managed to time it so well with the weather. Martin was pretty exhausted when we got back. He and Barbara had been at a party and he needed to go to bed. He assured me though he would show me his moves on the trampoline before I left in the morning.
Martin wasn’t the only one tired that night, I was pretty tired too. I suspect, for Honza, it was a very easy day, but we were both happy with getting two flights.
In the morning we were up at 6am again. Honza and Martin took me on a tour of the neighbourhood, Martin on his bike and Honza and I ran. Honza thought it would be good if I got some movement in before my day of travel that lay ahead. We ate fresh fruit from the trees, tomatoes from the garden and stopped for a game of frisbee in the park. Back at the house Barbara had made pancakes – it was a good job we’d been out running afterall!
I was all packed and ready to leave when Martin remembered the trampoline, we rushed out for a quick display and then I left for the airport.
It was, even by my standards, a whirlwind trip, but in less than 48hrs I was able to get to know Honza and his family just a little bit and to understand the man they call ‘The Honza’.
Before I met him, a friend of his described him to me…
“His loyalty goes beyond reason. He doesn’t fall to group ideas because he is his own man. He would be the unknown Samari of the sky without the X-Alps. He is the paragliding bum turned into respectable family man. He truly believes the X-Alps is the perfect game. He believes in earning the right to compete and has the up most respect for guys who get the Red Bull ride. His concern for fellow athletes is more powerful then his desire to win and he of course gets caught up in the excitement of the race. To him the race is as real as life and to not give your all, to not go to the wall and beyond it is just plain disrespectful to the whole concept. He knows you win nothing real, but to race without honour, to cheat or to not go into it with your full passion and heart is an insult. He will do his best to race and focus on trying to beat the next closest guy until its over. Even when its over he is wishing it would go on. He is a true vol bivy spirit. A true X-Alper. He does it for the passion he has for racing and flying. One of the few who enjoys a punishing hike against the clock always, as a measure of fun.”
Known as the world’s toughest adventure race, held every other year since 2003, the Red Bull X-Alps has a simple concept – athletes must hike or fly across the Alps – from Salzburg to Monaco, a straight line distance of 1000km. In reality the athletes will cover up to 2,500km by foot or by paraglider by the time the race is done. It’s not unheard of that this can mean as much as 100km by foot each day! Each team consists of two people; an athlete and a supporter, no technical or outside assistance is allowed.
As both a paraglider pilot and mountaineer this race has been on my radar for years and a race that right now I could only compete in in my dreams. Watching from the sidelines I have the utmost respect and admiration for those who take part and I’m going to be getting a much closer window on the 2015 race as I connect with the athletes in the months leading up to the race and then follow on my BMW motorbike next July as the event unfolds!
I’ll be covering the event with Powertraveller – official partners with the Red Bull X-Alps – who design, develop and manufacture portable chargers for off grid power. I’ve been an ambassador for Powertraveller since they kept me powered on Everest in 2011 and on every trip since then when I have been off grid. Their vision is to push the possibilities of portable power so that their customers can go further – every X-Alps team will be using the new powermonkey explorer 2 during the race to keep their essential devices such as GPS, GoPro & iPhones charged.
This epic race requires expert paragliding skill and extreme endurance. I recently had the pleasure of meeting X-Alps athlete Tom De Dorlodot, we joked that unless you were born in a paragliding harness there is little point in taking part, such is the level of skill required to be a serious contender in this epic race. Tom is young but you could say he’s a veteran of the X-Alps. The race in 2015 will be his 5th.
I asked Tom about his training and he replied, “I like to listen to my body and keep it as natural as I can, I spend most of the year in the mountains and I run around 60km a week.” This summer Tom suffered from serious injury after experiencing a collapse close to ground during his project to hike and fly across the Adriatic with Paul Guschlbauer, he’s battling back though and looks set to be in peak condition by the time the race starts. I asked Tom about his diet, he smiled and told me, “my secret is a HUGE breakfast!”.
The X-Alps has attracted and tested to the limit some of the world’s top adventurers since it’s concept in 2003. Few women have competed and to everyone’s delight this years line up sees two women, Germany’s Yvonne Dathe and America’s Dawn Westrum.
The X-Alps is an almighty undertaking in one of the most spectacular yet unforgiving environments. I’m super excited that for 2015 I’ll be along for the ride….
Twelve years ago resting on the side of a ski piste in Tignes, France, we were looking across the valley to the largest peak on the horizon.
“That’s Sassiere, you can climb that” announced my friend Jason and I thought that seemed like a cool thing to do and made a mental note that one day I might just try it.
…and finally last week that ‘one day’ arrived!
Earlier this year in June I did a recky for the climb with Kath; one of my best friends, mother of three and constant source of inspiration to me and last week I was back in Tignes for three days and the weather was looking good.
Our recky climb proved invaluable, it’s easy to go wrong at the start of this climb and we had done just that! (From the car park near the lake, take the HIGHER path through the meadows!).
Our alarm went off at 4.30am and we had reached the car park by 5.20am and although almost a full moon, the cloud covering shut out all the light and it was pitch black. We were so excited to finally be attempting this peak.
It’s a steep ascent to the start of the West ridge. Our first hour was in darkness and looking back we could see the dimly lit Tignes villages.
As the sun came up we had reached the rocky ridge and welcomed the ease of some flat-ish ground to cover before the scramble leading to the snowy ridge and the final rock ascent. Being late in the season most of the snow was melted so although we used ice axes we didn’t need our crampons.
Making good time we had a break around 7am, added a few layers and took in the views which were getting more impressive with every meter we climbed.
The final rocky section was trickier than I expected, it was icy and quite slippery. I’d been focusing on my feet and looked up to see the summit was close. Our route up was still in shade but as we reached the top at 8.44am the morning sun hit us and the incredible view over the Aosta Vally was breath taking.
In fact the entire view was breath taking and the moving cloud made it all the more dramatic. For a few minutes we had glimpses of Mont Blanc but within 20mins the entire summit was in cloud. We had been so lucky to have arrived before the cloud set in.
It was brutally cold at the top, so after a quick test of Powertravellers new Powermonkey Explorer 2 battery unit charging the GoPro and a few photos we headed back down.
Kath and I were both in very high spirits on the way down, it was brutal on our knees but it was such a great feeling to have finally reached the top of Sassiere. We were back at the car before noon and by 1pm were drinking mugs of hot tea … Delighted!
Sassiere is 3,751m it’s a mountain in the Graian Alps on the boundary between the Aosta Valley and the French Savoie.
My first real camping experience was with my friends when I was at secondary school. We were doing our Duke of Edinburgh’s award and to me, at the time, it meant one thing… FREEDOM!
I was so excited. We headed off into the hills with huge packs on our backs, big smiles on our faces and not a care in the world. I was with my closest friends and it was brilliant. Looking back, we were less than organised when it came to getting the tent set up, cooking dinner and keeping things in order. Of course none of that mattered and we figured it all out eventually. The main theme seemed to be laughter and fun, no one was there to tell us what to do so we stayed up late and ate chocolate in bed.
Not a great deal has changed over the years!
Whether camping in the snow, by the waters edge, up a mountain, in a grassy field or in the woods, sleeping in a tent is always an adventure and it still thrills me.
There’s something magical about being cocooned in a sleeping bag – warm and cosy with just a thin layer of material between you and the elements.
Often, camping goes hand in hand with some kind of hardship. That could be a long hike or climb to the place you pitch your tent, it might be that you’re out of your comfort zone, that you don’t have your luxury items, you’re confined to a small space or maybe you’re too cold… or too hot. Somehow all of these things make lying in your tent, in the still, calm darkness of the night all the more sweet.
The natural light of the morning and the birds twittering is a delightful way to wake up. I love unzipping the tent from my sleeping bag and looking out into the new day, breathing in the fresh air and feeling invigorated and inspired.
Practically, camping is such a simple, inexpensive and accessible thing to do. Mentally it’s like having a recharge. Getting away from all the chaos and clutter of our everyday lives and removing technology, just for a short while, allows us to reconnect with ourselves, the people with us and nature.
You don’t always have to go far to go camping or to find a great spot to pitch your tent. Look no further than your back garden! If you’re new to camping it offers a safe and easy place to start.
Good food and great company makes any camping trip even better. With a little imagination and effort you can cook up a feast over a campfire, not to mention melting marshmallows and chocolate to serve on biscuits – a well-known treat aptly named a S’more!
Camping is an adventure. It’s fun, liberating and exciting. Definitely don’t take my word for it though, grab a tent, go outside and sleep under the stars.
Last year I was part of the Wings of Kilimanjaro team; the largest group to ever summit the world’s tallest free standing mountain, Mt Kilimanjaro and Nepalese Pilot Sano Babu Sunuwar and his guide Matthew Lyimo successfully flew from the summit. The project raised over $600,000 for charities on the ground in Tanzania and one of those charities was The One Foundation.
The One Foundation began when founder, Duncan Goose, saw a photograph in The Guardian newspaper… The story of what happened next … and ten years later is incredible.
The One Foundation to date have raised over 10 million pounds and have saved and changed the lives of over 2.5million people in Africa by funding sustainable development projects and providing access to clean drinking water.
I have had the pleasure of getting to know Duncan and the team at one, a very inspirational group of individuals who show, beyond doubt, the incredible difference we can make to other people lives if we want to.
Searching for the Kiberan Girl – a film by talented filmaker and humanitarian Toby Richards.
To most people reading The Guardian on Dec 15th 2003, the photo of the week was just a poignant photo among a sea of coverage on Saddam Hussein’s capture, but to Duncan Goose it changed everything. The photo of the girl by the padlocked tap drove him to learn more about the water problems in the world — and ultimately inspired him to turn what had previously just been an idea — into reality.
Because of this photo, Duncan quit his job, remortgaged his house and focused 100% of his time on launching a philanthropic brand that would that donate 100% of its profit to funding water projects — One Water and The One Foundation were born.
10 years on and over £10m has been raised, changing the lives of over 2.5m people. And last year, Duncan decided to go back and try to find the girl in the photo. Who was she? Where is she now? What is her story?
In March 2014, he learned the harsh realities of life in Kibera first hand, when he finally met the photographer Marco Longari, and Ann Njeri Kibuki, now 15 years old.
I’m recently back from an epic 10 week trip in South America. A journey through Argentina, Chile, Peru, Colombia and Brazil doing the first 3000miles on my BMW F800 GS Adventure!
I was with a crew and together we were filming for an adventure travel series.. details to follow!
Our schedule was very full. It was such a busy time. So many places, people and experiences.
We kicked things off with long days and late nights in Buenos Aires – that city really does not sleep – and it was a mistake when I thought that things would calm down after that.
On day seven a World First and a World Record were attempted and….. you’ll have to watch the show when it comes out to see if we got it!
Argentina is a beautiful country and I felt really at home when we reached Patagonia in the South and got into the mountains.
Crossing the boarder into Chile was spectacular and we met some impressive British cyclists who were cycling around the world, they were 18,000miles into their journey and I was utterly amazed when they told me they were baking their own bread!! They were carrying with them a camping bread oven – genius.
The winding, long and smooth roads through the Andes were just perfect on the motorbike. We rode into Chile and all the way to Pichilemu on the coast. A surfers paradise; great waves, hanging out on the beach, camp fires, stunning sunsets and the best cheese and tomato empanadas I’ve ever had in my life!
Chile is so diverse, we travelled from the chic and bustling international city of Santiago into the vast emptiness of the Atacama dessert – where I had my first experience of boiling eggs in geysers for breakfast! (Photo – Matt Irwin)
The trip changed gear in Peru – it was like entering the Twilight zone! There’s a magical energy about the place and I just loved it. I had a meeting with a Shaman who read my coco leaves, visited the wonder that is Machu Picchu and had an absolutely brilliant time running wild in Cusco – literally. Our final stop in Peru was Lima which, at night, is easily the most dangerous place I’ve ever ridden a motorbike!
From Lima we flew to Colombia and into the Amazon where I had a few unexpected treats and again confirmed to myself that I am definitely not a hunter! The cities in Colombia were fun and the local food is delicious but that’s probably because it was either fried or full of sugar.
Our final destination was Rio de Janeiro and what a place to end the trip. From the poverty in the favelas to the riches of the Copacabana beach front, Rio’s got it all going on. We arrived just as the carnivals were finishing but we still found parades and bloc parties!
The final scene we filmed was flying over the city, it was a rather scary take off and landing on the beach was incredible but there were mixed emotions. I was happy, of course, I’d just landed safely from a wonderful flight but it also marked the end of the trip.
It’s often hard finishing an adventure or a journey, especially when you’ve made strong bonds with your team and been through so much together. It also really hard to put your experiences into words. When people ask me “Squash, how was South America?” I struggle because the answer is a long one and there’s so much to say about it…
It’s been just over a month since I departed the UK and hit the ground running in Buenos Aires on January 6th – which feels like a very long time ago. We’re moving at a fast pace and so far have filmed almost five episodes…
I’m working on an adventure travel series and for now that’s pretty much all the detail I can give about exactly what I’m doing.
It’s been a steep learning curve going from filming my own short films on GoPro’s where I’ve been the director, producer and presenter to having a full crew and making hours of television instead of 10minute shorts.
To say it’s been easy would be a lie. It’s been like climbing a mountain. Incredible, amazing, tough, difficult, hard, funny, brilliant, stressful, exciting, scary and at times just unbelievable!
The crew are a group of very talented individuals who, like on a mountain too, are making all the difference and fast becoming good friends. I love working within in a team like this and now we have instruments for the musicians amongst us we’re more like a Rock Band on tour!
Here is a selection of photos that I wanted to share, in no particular order, to give you a glimpse of the past month.