A short photography-focused layover in Hong Kong, where I discover summer in the tropics is great for intensive water-weight loss via perspiration.
A short photography-focused layover in Hong Kong, where I discover summer in the tropics is great for intensive water-weight loss via perspiration.
Now it’s two months out and it’s two months back.
When you’re pushing the speed of light.
Twenty years on your homeworld’s track.
Pushing the speed of light.
And your friends are gone and your lovers too.
And there’s damn-all left that you can do.
And you try to lie, but you know it’s true.
Pushing the speed of light.
Pushing the speed of light.
An attempt to solo Mount Pitt and surrounding peaks, in remote southeast Garibaldi, over the course of a week.
At least, that was the plan.
Last week I casually decided to haul 122lbs of lumber into the Brian Waddington hut, at 1am, the night before I embarked on a six day solo mountaineering trip.
Thank heavens I haven’t been skipping leg day.
In which I take a gaggle of inexperienced new VOC’ers out on a chill quest to summit the somewhat-obscure peak known as the Sockeye Horn.
I Worked.
I Worked A Lot.
How much? Let’s find out.
I detour to the sunny beaches and exceptional hospitals of Vietnam, while narrowly avoiding Death.
In which I explore some ancient temples, ponder the eternal cycle of ruination, and dance with shitting myself to death.
So I bought an early morning bus ticket to Battambang, intending to spend a few days exploring the surrounds and then take a local cargo boat up the Sangker River to Siem Riep.
Cambodia was pretty intense. I’ve had to really think deeply about this for a few months, how to write about this. I’ve expanded and contracted and chopped and waxed poetic and I just can’t be satisfied, but it’s been four f’in months and the editor in my head is starting to talk about “deadlines” and “performance review”.