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I read of the fabled non-fat yogurt in a magazine and my lust for explorations woke again.
This would be my most dangerous expedition yet, prior I'd only done arctic explorations, to reach the non fat yogurt i would have to pass three different climate zones and a Terra ignonito as well
As every good explorer knows planning is of utmost importance in a venture of this scale.
Saying goodbye is always hard, even harder when the exploring is dangerous
at the start of the expedition, I'm taken by the seriousness of the moment...will I survive?
My body is not used to the shear shock of the hotness and humidity of the first part of the trip. The natives seem to handle it better though
At least theres plenty of food to eat and delicious
Camping the first night me and my foldable dogs are in high spirit everything is going according to plans
The second etapp goes through the desert
Soon both me and my foldable dogs are feeling the lack of water
The foldable dogs not being able to pull my wagon I'm left to manage on my own, I'm starting to think we will never make it.
Luckily we find an oasis, the terra icognito is not as dangerous as i thought
I take some time to make some small anthropology studies to study the natives. They seem to collect shiny cans of metal.
The same night me and my dogs tries some of the cans, we find what's in them quite tasty
The morning after finds me in a pitiful condition, is it swamp fever?
To make matters worse, the food has disappeared
And somehow my dogs have been rendered un-foldable over the night, another symptom of swamp fever?
Together with the most flexible dog I enter the last stage of the expedition, we're entering the arctic region at last our goal is close
At last I stand in front of the shrine of non fattening dairy products
The yogurt almost blinds me with it's non fatty perfection
The trip back was not very eventful, and the yogurt now is part of my growing collection.
On of my hobbies is polar exploring, poling for shorts. I thought I'd reveal some of the secrets of successful poling.
The first step of successful poling is the transportation, I as many poler's before me choose a compact sled with the ever so practical foldable dog.
Polar regions tend to get quite nippy, I always keep a pot of tea handy. It warms internally as well as externally.
As Megalomania is common streak amongst polars I always brings a talking parrot for reminders that I'm a mere mortal.
I'm used to living in style, and I don't think my poling activities should put a hinder to my comfort, that's why I always bring my inflatable palace along.
Polar regions are a great place for tanning, if you choose to do it summertimes
There's a lot of poles around finding the right ones is the tricky part of poling
And never be afraid of asking for directions, polar bears love mingling with polars
Rivalry amongst polars is great, remember to keep your head cold, (but not to cold it might affect the temperature of your tea)
The feeling when finding the right pole is unbeatable
That's all you need to start poling, print out the instructions and bring them along, maybe I see you all in a pole near hear soon.
This would be my most dangerous expedition yet, prior I'd only done arctic explorations, to reach the non fat yogurt i would have to pass three different climate zones and a Terra ignonito as well
As every good explorer knows planning is of utmost importance in a venture of this scale.
Saying goodbye is always hard, even harder when the exploring is dangerous
at the start of the expedition, I'm taken by the seriousness of the moment...will I survive?
My body is not used to the shear shock of the hotness and humidity of the first part of the trip. The natives seem to handle it better though
At least theres plenty of food to eat and delicious
Camping the first night me and my foldable dogs are in high spirit everything is going according to plans
The second etapp goes through the desert
Soon both me and my foldable dogs are feeling the lack of water
The foldable dogs not being able to pull my wagon I'm left to manage on my own, I'm starting to think we will never make it.
Luckily we find an oasis, the terra icognito is not as dangerous as i thought
I take some time to make some small anthropology studies to study the natives. They seem to collect shiny cans of metal.
The same night me and my dogs tries some of the cans, we find what's in them quite tasty
The morning after finds me in a pitiful condition, is it swamp fever?
To make matters worse, the food has disappeared
And somehow my dogs have been rendered un-foldable over the night, another symptom of swamp fever?
Together with the most flexible dog I enter the last stage of the expedition, we're entering the arctic region at last our goal is close
At last I stand in front of the shrine of non fattening dairy products
The yogurt almost blinds me with it's non fatty perfection
The trip back was not very eventful, and the yogurt now is part of my growing collection.
