Spend sixteen weeks in the jungle and you being to question your own sanity, especially when you are the one goading everyone else ahead.
If hot food is they key to maintaining an expedition's stamina, then low grade gut-rot alcohol is the key to sustaining its sense of pleasure.
As the head of an expedition, you can't pussyfoot around being polite to everyone. You have to show your teeth once in a while; a little growling goes a long way.
Previous experience had taught me that any expedition marches on its stomach.
Ours was not going to be a clone of the usual expeditions, oozing with sleekness. It was clear from the start that oddity was our advantage.
Running an expedition can bring out the worst in a man. It can make you a power-crazed monster.
The ability to tell a good route from a terrible one is a valuable skill when leading an expedition. Unfortunately for us all, it was a skill I did not possess.
