I have been here at vast Antarctica desert for 13 days, I don’t know where, why or with whom. Two guys are here with me, but haven’t yet seen their faces. Ryan’s back fades in the horizon and I do my best to follow. He must be the boss since he always got to choose the plan of the day. Usually he picks up ‘go go’ as fast as you can cause I’m the gingerbread man’. It’s ok since this is no hide and seek place so after all we all end up in same place in the gorgeous time of the day when we put up our snoring circus and spread our stuff in. Rest of evening we try find items we need. After yet another sleepless night we throw our backs in blue canoes and ride on sastrugi all day long. Jaco’s back has some technical device measure where we are and Netherland’s flag calculates that in his head. To me this looks all the same, white and blue. We’ll empty our sleds of all food and gas, then we have reached our goal. There is one problem though. We have some sandpaper attached on our skis so we cannot actually ski.
Cheers from Paula, the Finn, all of which are born skis on, sandpaper was applied only later.