Ends of the Earth

February 28, 2010 | Filed Under Uncategorized | 16 Comments 

One minute, it’s minus twenty and the only sound is the scratching of the crampons on ice and the thin whistle of the wind blowing straight in from Siberia. The next minute, you’re in Borneo on ancient volcanic slab above a rainforest teaming with life.

Life is good, but it leaves little time for verbiage.