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christian posted on 01 Dec 2008, 00:09 GMT

DAY 8 – SATURDAY: BACK TO WORK




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On Ice

ANTARCTICA

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31 km  

1134 m above sea level

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(ENGLISH BELOW) Rett fra sin ekstravagante lille kvart dags ferie var de i farte igjen. På direkten la de inn 33,8 kilometer og satte dermed ny rekord for seg selv. Det ble papportert om bedring av både formen og været.
De tre første øktene gikk i forlengelsen av skyene fra i går. Bare det at nå var det kjukkeste white-out. Det er som å gå med hode i en bomullsdott. Man ser lys og farger men ingen konturer. Det hjelper ikke da at underlaget et viltre skavler i alle fasonger og størrelser.
Så de gikk der og ravet som fulle sjøfolk. Og plutselig bare forsvant Mads. Men et øyeblikk etterpå kom han opp igjen som sutt ut av intet. Han hadde mistet ballansen og falt ned mellom to 1,5 m sastrugier. I forskrekkelsen spratt han opp igjen før noen rakk å verken reagere eller bli engstelig.
Han kom fra det med bare ergrelsen av sen lettede, men hysteriske latteren fra de andre.
Men så etter de tre øktene trakk skyene seg tilbake og det ble en aldeles fenomenal dag. Selv sastrugien var snill. I camp var tonen og humøret på topp. De er på 1134 meter og har rusler ca Oslo - Geilo.

DAY 8 – SATURDAY: BACK TO WORK
Fresh from their extravagant quarter day vacation, they were back up to speed and a bit. 33,8 kilometres is their best so far and they reported that all were in better shape. Even the weather was in better shape than yesterday!
The first 3 stints this morning was a leftover from yesterday. It was total whiteout. That is like having your head in a cotton ball. Everything is white and you see no ground at all. That is a great challenge when the ground is like a rough sea. They looked like drunken sailors.
The only scare was when Mads lost his balance, and in an instance was totally gone. A millisecond later he shot up like a rocket.
He had fallen down between two 1,5 metre sastrugies. It all happened so fast no one had time to react, and the relieved laughter from the others was all that came out of it.
But then, 3 stints in the clouds pulled aside and the rest of the day was wonderful. Minus 23°C and the best sastrugies for a week made it a happy day. They ended up at 1134 metres and have by now walked roughly from Oslo to Geilo which is about a quarter of the way.
The spirit was very good in camp.


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