Distance to go:
Ben and Tarka will cover 1800 miles starting from Scott's Terra Nova Hut at the edge of Antarctica to the South Pole and back to the coast again. That's equivalent to 69 back-to-back marathons hauling up to 200kg each (the weight of roughly two adult men) of kit and supplies necessary to survive.
Distances here are shown in statute miles.
Finally Flatter (Day 49)
Day 49: S85° 58' 8.04", E159° 42' 24.06"
Duration: 8 Hr 30 Min
Daily distance: 19.1 Mi
Distance to go: 1182.9 Mi
Temperature: -24 °C
Wind chill: -36 °C
Altitude: 8700 Ft
Well, we're definitely on the plateau now. We had an uphill start to the day but after slogging up a challenging slope for an hour or so first thing this morning, the terrain started to flatten out beautifully and it's stayed kind to us all day. It's certainly not pan-flat, however, and we've come up in altitude again today, camping at 2,652m (8,700ft) this evening. The good news is that the slopes are far more gradual now, and the surface is way better. The weather's been pretty good. It's certainly colder up here and there's been a lot more cloud today, but the sun has stayed out and we've had good contrast for navigation almost all day. We've lost sight of the mountains behind us now, and the horizon is flat white for 360 degrees. There's nothing in the way of scenery, the wind is pretty Baltic and it's no surprise that the place isn't swarming with holidaymakers.
Physically I felt a little more on form, though Tarka had an off day and admitted to me this morning that he was "Feeling flipping tired today" (or something very close to that). We've been pushing really hard for the entire trip, and I'm secretly quite relieved to see a sign that Tarka is human and suffering like I am, after all. He's been so strong and stoic that I was half-suspecting he might be an android, like Bishop in Ridley Scott's Aliens, and that he might prick himself one day, sewing up a hole in his glove, and ooze some kind of cyborg fluid instead of blood... It's chicken dhansak for dinner again tonight, and I've got about five minutes before it's rehydrated and ready, so I'll do two questions:
Q) Keith - "Ben, I now need as much info regarding your I pod please :) I met you briefly at secret Garden Party a couple of years ago + been fascinated ever since about your activities (and that of Scotts, which I hadn't really learnt much about until then). What are you listening to and have you exhausted your mp3's yet ? Good luck to both of you on your journey and stay safe. xx"
Thanks Keith. I have a pretty odd taste in music, but I'll divulge a little. I actually have about half of my entire music collection on the Ultrabook that I'm typing this on now, so I can create new playlists and refill the little iPod Shuffles if/when I get fed up with certain songs. For hard skiing/sled-hauling, I've found drum and bass works well, and I have a lot from Hospital Records -Logistics, High Contrast, Netsky, Danny Byrd, Unquote, et al- as well as older stuff like LTJ Bukem's first Logical Progression album. There's a bit of progressive house too (old Perspectives mixes), some hip-hop (in English and French), and a load of really random stuff ranging from folk (Alessi's Ark, First Aid Kit) to Philip Glass, from Jonsi and Alex to Lynyrd Skynyrd (their track Simple Man is a superlative skiing tune), from Burial to Polica. A bit of everything, really.
Q) Alison - "A bit of a delicate question perhaps, but can you say a bit more about Tarka. Or perhaps ask Tarka for a sentence or two that you could put in the blog for him. We are getting to know you quite well, but Tarka is to me still a bit of a mystery. Is he shy about saying anything about himself?"
Haha! As far as I can tell, the two things Tarka dislikes more than almost anything are writing, and talking about himself. He's been promising a blog post of his own for weeks now and I've seen him tapping away at a much-edited draft, but I've given up hassling him. Watch this space...
Last up, I believe the Walking with the Wounded team are due to arrive at the South Pole today (on Friday, anyway - I'm actually typing this on Thursday night). I'm sad we'll miss them there and I hope they all arrive safely - I know they've had a particularly challenging time of it in Antarctica so far and I want to congratulate them all on their achievement.