Dispatches: ANOTHER day in paradise - Saturday, 28th February 2004
I'm starting to wonder if we'll ever leave Khatanga.
One of the joys of being solo on the ice (if I ever get there!) is that I'm entirely in charge of my own destiny. Right now, that couldn't be further from the case - our stay in the frozen town of Khatanga has now doubled and Russian bureaucracy (which at its best can only be described as baffling) has conspired to extend our sojourn here still further. So far we've had permit delays, radio operators unwilling to work on the weekends, gunfights over who runs the polar base and official delegations commandeering our helicopter. We have been told 'definitely tomorrow' at least four times. We fly to Sredniy on Monday. '100% for sure', apparently. Hmm.
After repacking my sledges for the umpteenth time, we're running out of things to do. We headed out to the river to do some filming yesterday in the photo you can see me swearing at my tent and Dan swearing at his camera at -42°C. For the first time in ages, I've actually had time to consider the ridiculous scale of what I'm attempting, and the butterflies in my stomach are stirring...




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