I asked the air hostess if I could pass through the galley to look out the other side of the plane. I was not deterred by her reply of “I wouldn’t bother; it’s exactly the same both sides.”
Wow. I needed some of that. So the plane landed and the honeymoon began and all was lovely and sunny and warm and happy. And I sent my friend
“I’LL REGRET IT IF I DON’T ASK, AND YOU KNOW ME WELL ENOUGH TO BE ABLE TO SAY “NO” WITHOUT OFFENCE: PLEASE CAN I COME TO THE SOUTH POLE WITH YOU?”
And eventually in a crappy, deserted Indian restaurant a couple of months later Ben confirms that I’m part of his team. I’m very, VERY excited! Together we’re going to attempt the longest unsupported polar journey in history. Absurd? Neither of us are in the habit of taking on things we consider absurd.