Posts made in December, 2012

ipadio: Hear Dave and Kath’s daily phlog – 38th phonecast

Posted by on Dec 25, 2012 in Dave and Kaths IPADIO Phonecasts | 0 comments

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100 days running in images

Posted by on Dec 24, 2012 in Photos, Running | 0 comments

Selected Images from the first 100 days of running, winter, spring, and a brief look at the new desert conditions, and with a novel idea for chafe-avoidance on the last slide, sorry! last 100 days in images

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The Long Winding Road

Posted by on Dec 23, 2012 in Photos, Running | 0 comments

It all began in ice, snow and blizzards. We found ourselves swimming naked through sub-zero rivers in a Patagonian winter, wading through snow drifts, stumbling over jagged coastal cliffs, crawling under crowded limbs of southern beech forests and chasing puma tracks on our way to the most southerly point of continental South America, Cabo Froward. On 28 July 2012, we finally found it, lips numb with cold we announced the start on film and there began the most gruelling (physically and mentally) endeavour of our lives. Since then we have slid over ice, run through battering, freezing winds...

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Relief: In the Andes Rain Shadow.

Posted by on Dec 23, 2012 in Big Toe Blog, Big Toe Noticeboard | 0 comments

Key Words: Precipitation, Pacific Ocean, Chile, Prevailing Wind, Andes, Vapour, Condensation, Glaciers, Adapt, Rain shadow, Relief Rain For the first part of our expedition we ran through rain and snow in southern Chile. Precipitation is the term used for rain, sleet, hail and snow; any form of water that falls from the sky. This precipitation begins to form over the Pacific Ocean which lies to the west of Chile. Wind blows from the west collecting moisture from the sea. It travels eastwards as the prevailing wind (the most common wind direction). When air reaches land it is forced to rise...

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A Day In The Life

Posted by on Dec 23, 2012 in Running | 2 comments

03:23 Need a wee. Good sign, this means at least I am drinking enough for once. I squirm around a bit in the hope that the wee will find a space which it hadn’t before found to rest for a bit, and leave me alone to sleep. It won’t so I crawl to the doorway of the tent. A misplaced knee catches some of Kath’s hair, a noise is emitted from her side, I grumble an apology, zip goes up, my feet don’t work so i just crawl to the doorway and wee out. I feel groggy as hell. Quick little breath of air to re-inflate the sleeping mat then i reverse back in, missing my silk bag by a mile and...

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