Scrambling around in the pitch black of night desperately trying to not wake my roommate or the family we were staying with, my alarm was piercing the silent night air. The excitement was palpable. I have come to love my hiking holidays and my time in Guatemala had so far been light on hiking. This
The top draw for visitors to the charming, if somewhat isolated town, of El Calafate on the shore of Lake Argentina is a visit to the Perito Moreno Glacier in the nearby Los Glaciers National Park, a 1 hour bus ride or drive away. Looking up what there is to do while in town, apart
The mood in camp was a little more sombre than the past few days. We knew that our little adventure bubble was coming to an abrupt end and none of us wanted that. As tired as we were, we still wanted this to continue but our guides and porters had their families to see for
The sudden loudness of my alarm pierced the silence that surrounded me in my tent but the camp was far from quiet. It was 2330 and I had spent the last 4 hours staring at the roof of my tent completely unable to sleep until the last minute. The monotony only broken by 2 trips
Waking up early, I felt almost human again. The headache had evaporated and I was a little hungry. It must be time to head for breakfast soon? 540am. Damn, I was the first person up again although not entirely surprising considering I had been sleeping almost constantly from 3pm the previous afternoon. Walking to the
I opened my eyes, my head was pounding like I had spent the previous night in a bar enjoying several alcoholic beverages not on a wind-swept plateau of the worlds highest free-standing mountain. I was desperately tired but my bladder would not let me go back to bed. Checking my watch, I had barely been
Opening my eyes to the bright glow of the early morning outside the tent, I excitedly jump out of my sleeping bag and get dressed without noticing that it has only just gone 5am. I am almost an hour early for breakfast and I’ve spent the night nervously waking up every hour or so with
As I stand on the ledge looking down at the clouds spreading out beneath me under the setting sun I am in awe of this place, and completely unaware of what an uncomfortable night I am about to be in for. It’s my second of six days on Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania and deep
“Mister, your water for washing”, was the usual wake up call but tonight I was already dressed and in the finishing stages of packing up my gear for the final time. Machu Picchu awaited and we didn’t want to be late. After our unusually light breakfast owing to the ungodly hour, we would no
The early morning dew clung to the tops of our tents and the thick blades of grass all around us like honey. It was just before 7am but most of us were already awake or, at the very least, in varying states of consciousness. The camp was alive with the jostling of porters going about
