Friday, July 31, 2009


So today is my last day. It had to come. The internet has to go. So the next time you see me online, I'm hopefully in your timezone. (Unless you're following me from anywhere other than Eastern standard time, in which case, I'm still not in your timezone, but maybe a little closer.)

See you soon maybe?

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Where does a Brit in Tbilisi go from here to get to India?


The Telegraph is running a diary about a cyclist on a 6,000 mile ride. He's currently in Georgia which is how I found out about him with my Google News update.

This guy is riding from the UK to India and was originally planning on doing so through Iran. With the recent change in the political situation, he's decided that may not be the best idea. So, he's in Georgia now.

Presumably that implies his original plan was to go Turkey/Iran through the narrow border they have.

But where is he going now?


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If you avoid Iran by traveling through Georgia/Azerbaijan... from there you either:

Take the boat across the caspian into Turkmenistan or Kazakhstan

or Ride your bike from Azerbaijan north into Russian to go around the Caspian into Kazakhstan. (Sounds like an easy ride, what do you think?)

But my real question is: where do you go from there to get to India?

If he stuck with Iran, you could arguably hit the Indian Ocean shores and avoid Baluchistan and hope you make it through southern Pakistan before getting into India.

But now that he's avoiding Iran and almost certainly going through the north, he's either riding THROUGH AF/PK. (Yeah, that's a good idea) or approaching India from the Himalayans. (Either through China or Kashmir)

This might be worth following just to see how he gets out of this one.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Life at 16,512 ft is apparently very white

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Who would have thought that you could save yourself a lot of time, effort, pain and money by just borrowing some mountaineering gear and taking a photo in front of a white sheet? Such is what my experience of life at 16,500+ feet was like. I'm not sure if it was the hardest thing I've ever done -- Ironman Lake Placid holds a special place in my heart for that -- but it's DEFINITELY the hardest thing I've never trained for. Also, while Ironman was a long 10 hours and 40 minutes, this was a long, very hard 4 days.

Sunday started with a 6:30 am meeting to get in the cars and head up. We pulled into Stepansminda (formerly known as the town of Kazbegi) by 11, got a cup of tea then drove up to the Holy Trinity Church to start our climb. (Some folks start at the bottom and hike up to the church, but that's an extra 1-1.5 hours of wear & tear we didn't feel necessary.)

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So, we kick off at about 11:40 at 2400m. We hike up through some alpine meadows and have an interesting time crossing a run off stream into a camping area used by many along the ways. (3145m, About 4 hours to get here.) That was already a pretty solid hike, but no kids, we're not done yet. We start heading up the moraine of a glacier, walk up onto an icy slope and once we're up on the glacier, start trekking across it. The hike across the glacier was work, but not that bad despite the light drizzle we had for an hour or so. But after 7 hours of hauling a 45 lb pack up 1300m (4200 ft!), the last 100m up a ridgeline to the old meterological station was pure misery. It has been a long time since I've had to set goals 10 ft ahead of me. Ow that hurt.

"Church" at 4200m

Monday morning arrived and we all woke up with the worse hangovers we've ever had. Air at 3800m (12,400 ft) is in short supply and it makes for some unpleasant sleeping. But, you shove some food and fluids into you and eventually you feel better and we went for a hike up to a small chapel at 4100m. Apparently one of our guides had a friend who was married in this chapel. After having our fun on the steep snow where we didn't really cover much on the safety side of things, we returned to the meterological station to rest up and get ready for an early morning wake up.



At 2:30am Tuesday morning (technically) we wake up to grab some food before our long day. At this point I should point out to you that the short walk to the toilet still winds me. I tried to shove 2 packets of oatmeal into me, but 1.5 was about as much as I could muster. Armed with some clif bars and 3 bottles of Powerbar Endurance (my favorite version of Gatorade) we headed out. After an hour of hard hiking in the dark over snow and rock fields, we took a break. I did some math and realized that assuming we weren't going to refill bottles, I had a budget of about 1/4 of a liter per hour for our trip. Don't worry I wouldn't have time to actually drink that much.

We moved and we moved fast. As the sun came up we found ourselves along a rock wall with a bunch of watermelon sized rocks on the ground. We skirted them as much as we could, but as we walked by I knew we should have had helmets on. We continued pass a crevasse field and up to a high plateau in a snow field at about 4200m. Some teams apparently only go this far and set up a high camp here. But we continue on up the snow fields.

At about 4500m, Ron decided that he wasn't keeping the pace and that he would be better off on a second rope team. I disagreed with him at the time, but in hindsight seeing what I went through, it was the right call. So we pushed on. Now it's 3 guys who smoke a pack a day apiece dragging me up this hill. (How is that even POSSIBLE?) Somehow I'm the guy who's dragging in the rear, but we catch up to this other rope team of about 10. They're moving a lot slower than us (they left 90 minutes earlier than us) and the weather has started to deteriorate. Visibility was about 50 ft or so and their rope team appeared to be floundering around -- either due to the guide not knowing where to go, or the team not moving very well.

We eventually pass them and Levan found the line to the top without too much apparent difficulty. (There is no way even with the best maps I could have found this. Good job, Levan.) The last 100m of elevation to go though are steep snow. We're roped up, and the snow was fairly deep so stopping a fall is probably possible, but it's a tough up hill battle. After 20 minutes of battling our way up the slope we find ourselves on the top of Mt. Kazbek with nothing but a scene of cloud surrounding us. 6 hours and 30 minutes. A VERY fast ascent. Most estimates are for 7-9 hours from the meterological station unless you're an experienced climber from the region.

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Now we have to go down that slope that was sketchy to get up. I'll save the details, but IMO it could have been handled much safer than we did. If it was ice instead of snow (which is pretty common) this would have been a very different story. After we got off the steep snow ramp and back to the more open slopes, we continue to move quickly. By this point, my lack of calories, probably mixing with some altitude issues, have me at my limit and I'm literally being pulled off the mountain. They're not dragging me on purpose per se, but we're roped in and I'm struggling to keep up. The more the pace continued above my tempo, the more I got pulled off balance.

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As we continued through the crevasse field and the bowling alley of rocks it was even more important that I keep up. I recognized this and pushed as hard as I could and we did clear the field fairly smoothly. As we cleared the field and walked up onto the moraine again, we caught up to the other rope team we passed earlier. At this point we were able to unrope and proceed at our own pace. It took 30 minutes for Vidar and our two guides to get back to the meterological station. I took over an hour. Total time up and down: 11.5 hours.

Lap of luxury in the Meteo Station

After arriving back at our "room", I pushed a bottle of Endurox into me. (Read: liquid calories) Solid foods hadn't appealed to me in over 12 hours and they certainly didn't now. I took a nap and when I woke up felt a little better. I managed to force down some Mac & Cheese, then read for a while before going back to bed for the night.



Wednesday morning, around 7 am we woke up to start heading home. It had rained for several hours the night before and the weather was still looking bad on the summit. Any teams planning on an attempt today would have to wait. I still couldn't hold down any solid foods so some more Endurox and down the hill we go at 8:20am.

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It took us 3.5 hours to go from the campsite, across the glacier to the meterological station. It took us 1 hour to descend. After a short break at the campsite, we found that the rains from the night before had made our creek into a raging torrent and we could no longer find a path across. Our guide managed to get across, rigged a rope and we all got across. However everyone got wet up to their knees in doing so. Crossing the river took us an hour. But then it was an easy hour and a half down the mountain to the church. 12:00 on Wednesday we were at the church headed home.

That's the details on the trip. I'll try to add some more entries on the personalities side a bit later. Overall it was an awesome trip. Beautiful scenery and I really got a chance to appreciate how quickly the mountains are changing. The massive glaciers are dwarfed by the size of the mountain. However the glaciers carve huge trenches through the mountains and these trenches lead to more and more erosion. Even though these forces are acting on a geologic time scale it was very easy to feel that it was happening very fast and right now.

Absolutely worth it. Extremely challenging. But absolutely worth it.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Getting up close and personal with the Russians soon.



Tomorrow I start my hike towards the top of Mt. Kazbek. The original plan was to hike to a alpine camp, then day 2 to the old meterological station, then a series of acclimatization day + 2 summit attempts. However, we had to move our dates at the last minute and got tagged into a group of 3 Norweigans. While not exactly the plan, I'm ok with it.

We had a meeting with the guide and 2 of the 3 Norweigans this afternoon. On the side of "can I keep up" it seems a little positive: the 2 guys who showed were 40+ and one guy had a solid beer gut going on. At the end of the meeting we chatted a bit and found out the highest these guys had been was around 3300m. (10,800 ft.)

So when the guide recommended we push straight for the meterlogical station (3680m, 12,100 ft) I was a little surprised that these Norwegians were all about it. Starting from the Gergeti Chapel (2400m), that's a 1280m (4200 ft) 7-9 hour first day with full packs. Granted without the campsite we can dump a few pounds of tent, and it's one less day we'll be on the mountain so that's a little lighter on the weight too. Plus we continue to have bouts of heavy rain -- not enough to rain out a whole day, but enough to make your trip really miserable. (Rain just started pounding the house right now. Its raining so hard it cut the satellite TV feed, but it'll probably be over in 45 minutes.) So, not tenting may help avoid the misery of climbing to 12000 ft in wet boots and gear. But still... that's a long hard first day.

Well, the pack is set and it comes in at 43 lbs, which ain't too shabby considering all the gear required for glacier travel. I'm personally prepared for the potential of a bivy if we're not making time goals or if someone gets a case of AMS, but I'm not sure how much these other guys are.

Total team: 3 guides, 3 Norweigans, 2 Americans. That's 2 rope teams for summit bids which should increase odds of success if we make it through day 1. Plus it means we can split the group in half if part of the team needs to retreat off the mountain.

Personally, I think for the experience of some of these guys that the first day is too aggressive. However, being 10-20 years their junior it seems odd to be the one holding them back. So I agreed to the plan. We shall see.

Sometimes its the little things...


Ok, so this may get a little personal but whatever.

So I'm planning a trip to the top of a mountain and I'm out of Imodium. While I'm not planning on having any problems, the top of a mountain is a really bad place to have a problem like that, so bringing some is a really good idea. The commissary doesn't carry it though, so I'm off to find some on the local economy.

First complication: American brands don't exist here, so you're going to have to find the Russian equivalent. Easiest way to do to this is to find what the drug really is: (Loperamide).

Second: the big grocery store doesn't carry drugs, so I have to go to the pharmacy where even "Over the counter" drugs, require asking the pharmacist. Problem is, they don't speak english and I don't speak Russian or Georgian. So you write Loperamide on a piece of paper and hope for the best.

The first pharmacy I walked into didn't carry it, but the second one did. 1.80 GEL for a box of 10. That's about about $1.05 and 25% of the price of even the generic stuff in the U.S.

I thought for sure the lady was going to give me A pill. Nope, it's a whole box.

So it seems like a little thing, but it's kind of an adventure that ends with a "Really? It's that cheap?"

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