Sprinting the Snowman trek in Bhutan the toughest trail in the world at a record-breaking time of 15 days and nine-hours that typically takes 25 to 30 days, a team of four ultra-marathoners sets a record.
It looks like the bellybutton holds the body together. And it looks like the ant that is lost is on a journey to find itself. I’m waiting for the birth of my second child – sixteen years hence after the first – and I’ve no clue what I’m waiting for...
We all enjoy the good night hunting jokes, but know this, morons, that concealed within the funny tales of night hunting are the victims of rape, teenage pregnancy, bastards, single mothers and destroyed dreams. Laugh on now, jerks.
Three of the treks were characterised by driving rain, calf-deep mud, thigh-deep water, swept-away bridges, and overgrown trails, crawling up slippery slopes on hands and knees and lots of bloodsucking leeches.
To my lament on a Facebook post on the widespread practice of cutting down of straight, tall trees for prayer flags, I got a few customary likes from close friends but one comment struck a discordant note.
Attending my hometown festival for the first time I was exploring the stalls for hoentay, tongba and rainbow trout delicacies, and there was no way a piece of rope woven from yak hair could draw my attention.