The journey will begin with training in Colorado and transit through New Zealand, after which I'll emerge from radio silence in McMurdo station on Ross Island. (A location unfortunately obscured by the crease in Putnam's 1920 map, above.) There, in the midst of an ice shelf the size of Spain, I'll endure five months of self-imposed exile, before returning to New Zealand and the States.
So wish me luck, think warm thoughts, and I hope you enjoy my tales.
Yours,
pepe
5 comments:
Pepe, you kick ass. don't freeze up there!
Looking forward to going on this adventure with you. BTW - great idea to do a blog ;-)
Barb
pepe, lets get together while you are in Colorado. where will you be? the # is the same.
noah
Goodbye Pepe.
We will miss you on the pitch.
Please, come back un-frozen.
steve (of futbol fame)
Hey Pepe!
You are definetly living it up more than I am selling life insurance to accountants. But at least I can live vicariously through you!
Cousin Sarah
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