A ski plane flew us onto this glacier for a 3 day trip but due to an unexpected summer blizzard, it was unable to pick us up for an additional 3 days. During the storm, we battled cold, ate sparingly the little extra food our guide brought in case of emergency, savored whatever remaining whiskey we had and suffered with our camping toilet in the vestibule of our tent.
When the storm cleared, we built this topless igloo. The roof was impossible.
500 year old ice, a glass of scotch and the amazing spectacle of 200-foot ice walls breaking off Perito Moreno glacier and crashing into the water in front of us.
With no animal handling experience at all, I was given the care-free role of Puma Walker. For three weeks, 7 hours a day, a cat cleverly named “Gato” dragged me and my backpack full of raw chicken around the jungle. Things are just so easy going down in Bolivia.
While visiting the Himba tribe on the border of Namibia and Angola, this tribesman suddenly grabbed his spear and started running out of the village. He got no more than 30 meters or so when we called to him and threw him our frisbee. Slightly confused, he watched as it floated over his head. He picked it up and tried to toss it backhand with no success. He grabbed it a second time and threw it forehand for a perfect toss.
After a 6 hour journey in Peru, we got off the bus and went to get our bags. Found this dude taking full advantage of an empty storage area – amazing place for a nap. Great move!