Don't lose your botheredness
Don't lose your botheredness
"The term adventurer is a big statement and I use it with caution and with lack of better word. No one should assume that I am comparing myself to the great adventurers and explorers by using that title. I crave adventure and I know it's adventure that makes me who I am. When not in remote corners of the world, I work in the city in TV production. I need both the buzz and glitz of the city and the extreme hardship and wilderness of expeditions in an equal balance.
Why do I do it? I simply love the outdoors and want to continue finding opportunities to try new extremes. The perspective one gets on each and every trip is unique. I think that by forever increasing your comfort zone we are able to see ourselves and the world around us differently; and it's something I wish for everyone to have the courage to try.
I have a desire to see what my body and mind is capable of and to see the parts of the world so few get to experience. Getting to these places is never easy. It takes me a lot of planning, fundraising and hard work. Skills and knowledge have to be learnt depending on the destination and I have to convince my loved ones that the danger I'm about to put myself through is a calculated one and worthwhile. It's all made easier because it is my true passion.
Don't lose your botheredness."
Ever wondered what it's like to be stalked by a jaguar? How about how it feels to cling to the side of the mountain with only the last bit of energy you have left preventing you from falling to your death? Or perhaps you'd like to know what struggles an adventurer faces when they return back to civilisation? Look no further, Lucy's blog has these questions covered.
I'm about to explain the scariest moment of my life to this date. The moment lasted a whole night and brings shivers to me even now.
Last year I went to the Amazon jungle. I chose to go to the most pristine part of the interior (interior= jungle) in Guyana, to get the full Amazon experience.
I was to first complete a survival course then I'd leave with two Amerindian tribe members for a hunting trip that would take me deeper into the bush.
We were just two ordinary 18 year old girls, with a German Mauser bolt action rifle, pulking through the Arctic...
I thought I'd write something about what it feels like to be at the mercy of the environment. So often in this day and age, people forget what it's really like to lose control. It's ever so easy to feel unimportant once you're out in the wilds. I find this sad, because it's the wilds where I feel most at home, it's the core from where we've come from. Yet it's somewhere if slightly messed with, it can kill you. Easily.
It’s past midnight and it’s snowing. I should probably get out and clear the snow off the tent. I struggle out of my enormously warm sleeping bag only to be met with the cold and fresh arctic air that lingers. I close my sleeping bag in an attempt to trap the heat that I’ve created in there. With only one person in the tent, the tent only provides protection from the elements, not the temperature.
I don’t bother with my trousers and just go out in my down jacket over my base layers with my boots on loose. Sure enough, the snow has covered the tent so I shake it off. It’s not too bad, but being awake I may as well clear it now before I can’t physically get out of the tent...