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Jodphur: Forts and Fevers.

This early in the morning the city is quiet and still. The only noise coming from the bus as it slips into gear and slowly drives away. The one rickshaw driver looks us over through a thin veil of cigarette … Continue reading

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Aurangabad; Hawks, Pimps, Murals and Slums

Our hotel, a $6 a night place, rests on the border of the fabric market. In the distance you can just about make out where the buildings blur to slums. The name of the place is Dimple Hotel. The sign … Continue reading

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Ellora Caves; Pop-Tarts, Buddhists and a Marriage.

The voice is loud. Loud and far to frantic for this early in the morning. His words smash through the bus. “Arungabad, we are at Arungabad” Jesus thats our stop. Cursing we throw our stuff haphazardly together and fall out … Continue reading

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Mumbai; Dinosaurs, Horns, Khaki and Shameless Gunshot Wounds

What a goddamn hectic mess of a city. I spent just under two weeks there. Caught up in the strange energy of the place. First thing noticed. Heat. A wet humid cloud of heat that hits you as soon as … Continue reading

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Speed Dial No 2: Hazy recollections of greasy food, luck and sulphur

Base camp and the sun’s rising ever higher. The vicious cold of the morning is just a memory. It is early afternoon now. Janet; who like me opted to take a snow-mobile, is sitting next to me on the hard … Continue reading

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Elbrus. The Descent; A shattering realization, fever dreams and a skidoo

I am on the summit of Elbrus. Apex of Europe. The surrounding mountains dwarfed beneath her. Swallowed up in the temporary, ever-shrinking, night cast by her shadow, as the sun continues to arc ever higher in the sky. I am … Continue reading

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From so high we seem so small. Mt.Elbrus. The divide.

The last you heard of me a mountain was beating the shit out of me and I was making the agonizing decision about whether to turn back before deciding it would be the safest thing to do. Only problem was. … Continue reading

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The fear has gripped me, but, here I go; Mt. Elbrus. Ascent. To. Madness.

I went to bed at eight. I lay back closed my eyes and listened as the others played Uno. I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t sleep. My night passed in that same nervous tension that grips prior to a rugby game … Continue reading

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Tomorrow we will sweat and toil. The Rest day.

The rest day was spent messing around with ice axes and crampons and going through different climbing techniques. We then sort of did our own thing. I went and sat alone. The day was cloudless and I stared up at … Continue reading

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The honest intimacy of the Whiteout; Dealing with a fickle mountain.

There was a Filipino team staying at the huts. They were unable to make the summit today. They left in the middle of the night but got turned around a few hours into the climb due to a white out … Continue reading

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