Great Ormond Street Inca Trail November 2007 - 3 of 3

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Great Ormond Street Inca Trail November 2007 - 2 of 3

The second video from Peru!

Great Ormond Street Inca Trail November 2007 - 1 of 3

Here's the first video from my recent trip to Peru. Sorry about the bad quality of the sound, is a first attempt!

The great bake begins...

Sunday saw my first semi-bake of the season with frozen ready-made pastry and jarred mincemeat pies. More of a compilation than actual homemade pies but a move in the right direction.

Tuesday was the grand biscotti baking, pictures to follow shortly. After last year's over-egging, this year was much more firm, and sadly, therefore, verging on the inedibly crunchy side. I'm finding that they are only palatable with extraordinary amounts of desert wine. C'est la vie.

Last night was the gingerbread evening in aid of a colleague's leaving do on Friday. Icing will happen at work on the day as some kind of champagne fuelled extravaganza. I made enough dough to begin the foundations of a gingerbread house and some tree ornaments, both of which will be decorated and constructed at the weekend.

Don't say it very loudly, but I may just be starting to get into the holiday mood...

Inca in Pics... I really should have kept a diary...

Freshly washed at the hotel on Day 1 of the trek...

Poised at KM82, the official start of the Inca Trail 

The long and winding path that rose up to lunch on Day 1...

... the top of which greeted us with a torrential downpour...

The start of Day 2 saw Mum taken off the mountain with a chronic chest infection and a pulled intercostal muscle...

... puffy eyed from upset and strife, I still manage some chocolate pudding at lunchtime...

Foliage: an excellent excuse to stop to admire and photograph. Most are slightly out of focus due mainly to a lack of oxygen and a pounding chest from the frickin mountains that refused to go flat for us.  

 

I worked various looks over the four days, from poised in orange cagoule, to a thermals/shorts combo that would frighten even the trendy London crowd, to a final 'get out of my way you recently showered tourists or I shall bare my stinky pits at you' Maccu Piccu stance.

 

An emotional and exhausted reunion at the Sun Gate before the skies cleared for a deliciously warm and toasty Maccu Piccu tour...

Home Safe and Showered

Amazing...

Heathrow Terminal Four, Saturday 19 November 2007

On the Maccu Piccu train back to Cusco - sunburnt, tired and victorious!

Safe and Sound in Peru

Hello Just a note to say I´m safely back.

Superlatives aside, it was the most challenging thing that i have ever done in my entire life, mentally, but physically, i´m delighted to say that i´ve escaped pretty unscathed.

We´ve walked 26 miles over 4 days at over 4000m altitude. Mum had to leave on day 2 and go back to base camp which was really hard for both of us - her lung infection from the previous week just wouldn´t shift and she couldn´t catch a breath which at that altitude with that kind of work wasjust not an option. She walked up to meet us at macu piccu yesterday for an emotional reunion which was excellent.

Myself, the memory of the endurance is fading fast but it was truly daunting on a daily basis. We walked for twelve hours a day for three days straight. Mum´s walking friend, Rob, twisted his anke on the second day and was hopalong rob for the rest of the walk - not cool for 2,500 inca ´steps´ down in the persistent rain: basically climbing down a vertical riverbed on a crutch.

The next day, I fainted at the top of a mountain requiring oxygen and the four doctors who were present (even at altitude I have docs fighting over me!) to get me vertcial again.Took the rest of the day to shake off the queasy head and then twisted my ankle ten minutes before camp. By that point, Rob and I were crying with laughter and delirious panic at theridiculousness of it all.

I´ve made a couple great friends and met many more wonderful people in the mixed bag of allsorts that made up our pack of 47 walkers. Mum was amazing. She walked her hardest and I´m so sorry that her nasty lungs prevented her from completing what I know for a fact she could have done.Her legs were brilliant, we had two days climbing and one nights camping then she had to endure waqlking all the way back to where we´d started and stay in a youth hostel by herselfuntil she could meet up with us again.

I´m trying to avoid the inevitable dramatic undertones, but it doesn´t quite stand up to explanations or descriptions. I am emotionally drained but delirious with achievement at the enormity of what I was capable of doing. I will bore you all silly with photos and the minifilms i shot on the Boy´s digital camera on my return, but for now, sending oodles of love and thanks to my dear dear friends who have been so supportive.

Thank you.

I LOVE ETSY: Does that make me crafty or nerdy???

The most fabulous pins above can be purchased for the bargain-tastic $3.50 from seller buttonempire here.

And the name of the fabulous pins??

The Dynamic Duo.

This has made my Friday.

3 Days and Counting

The great packing quest has begun. This morning I purchased baby wipes, anti-bacterial gel and dry spray shampoo. I have blagged me some four sample pots of beauty-counter moisturisers and have stuffed the sleeping bag into its little sack.

In no uncertain terms, I have the fear.

Platterpus

Proof if proof were need that our gorgeous platter has a multitude of uses...

Tapas starter platter for the Boy's birthday dinner...

Cheese and biscuit platter for the Boy's birthday party three days later....

Are you sensing a theme here too? 

It's getting hot in here...

Check out that thermometer to the right! Only a week left to go to our trek and only £350 more to go to our target. Looks like we're going to get there with ease. Financially, I mean.

That mountain may be a different matter...

The wonders of Japanese Wrapping techniques

My boss travels. Alot. He requires a lot of organisation. Recently this organisation has stretched to fifteen individuals from different organisations in Japan, India and London working together to ensure that, during his 48 hour window in the UK last week, the Indian Embassay processed a visa application that normally takes over two weeks.

On his return from Japan, he gave me this parcel.

 

In case you're wondering, the greaseproofed package in the can, in the straw, wrapped in rice paper, in the box, in the paper wrapped in ribbon contained...

...sugared and seasoned walnuts.

Yummy!

Crafty Christmas

Just had a quick browse through my old posts looking for a picture of Columbia Road and am flabbergasted by the amount of crafting I got up to last year. You can tell I was a student, can't you?
Biscotti

Fudge

Chutney, Marmalade

Christmas tree decorations

Gift Tags

Ginger cake

Good lord and little fishes... I've got a lot to live up to this year!

Crunchy *Country* Autumn in the Cities

Verulamium Park and St Albans Abbey, returning for the first time since the evening of the engagement. It was a glorious sunshine autumn and we sat on the grass eating takeaway pizza with scarves and sticky fingers.

 

Then on the Sunday to Hackney City Farm to sample the delights of the chickens, the largest pig in Europe (surprisingly underwhelming for such an accolade, or maybe I'm just used to American proportions of all things, including livestock) and delicious off-menu salad from the very child-friendly cafe.

Blissful heaven of a weekend.

Jack of All Trades...

Master of One...

It seems that I have now graduated from my eternal studentdom with a Masters in Arts Administration and Cultural Policy.

With Distinction.

Hand on heart...

This (left) wasn't quite my reaction, but it was close. Relief, a very much lower bank balance, and a masters.

Not bad for one years' work.

Image taken from my impromptu sesh with the wonderful Seamus at Sunday Shoots on Columbia Road, now forming the basis of the Boy's birthday present. Now aren't I generous?!

My glamorous glamorous life...

Matthew Williamson: Ten Years in Fashion opened yesterday at my place of work.

A BBC interview (imagine me, just left to camera) is viewable here and we hosted many a celeb and soapstar at the opening last night. Pictures to follow when the paparazzi get theirs online...*

*Needless to say, I spent the evening stood with a clip board at the door and failed to recognise anyone beyond Thandie Newton. I did, however, have very good hair.

Talent in Bowl-fulls

A busy weekend of Barbican-ing on Saturday and on Sunday attending the glorious birthday celebrations of the Boy's friend's mum.

The Boy's Friend is currently training in Utrecht to be a baritone opera singer and stunned his family with a series of pieces, accompanied by the Boy on keyboard.

The Boy's mother, Dutch by birth, is an incredibly talented potter with her own studio and various galleries that display her simple and elegant creations.

I helped with washing up, and for my troubles, was awarded two salad bowls and 6 tumblers full of leftovers to take home with me. Oh, what a bit of Persil achieves!


I am planning my next mulled wine party. These are the perfect receptacle.

Thanks, Charlotte, your talents make me very very happy indeed.

Carbooting and Souking

Semi-related experiences, except in England, the buyer meets the seller's suggested price about halfway. In Marrakech, you say your price and stick to it until the seller comes down from his stratospheric suggestions! Unless you are the Boy, in which case you accept the first offer immediately to escape the terror as quickly as possible.

Carbooting:

 

 

Chair, no doubt salvaged from a garage, here seen after several hours of scrubbing and several buckets of water... Still in need of beeswax, but for £1 will do just fine as a sewing chair.

 

 

 

L to R:

Bargain coffeepot with cracked lid for 50p

(Birthday present from scrumptious mummy)

(Christmas present from mirrormirror)

Hand stencilled jug from Irish potter

Bargain transfer printed jug for £1.20

Cath Kidston Milk Jug

My windowsill can take no more. This does not mean that I shall buy no more.

Souking:

 Mint tea produced for many a bartering session

Handblown tea glasses made from recycled bottles: The Boy bought the green set for £5. I bought the blue set a day later for 70p. We are equally pleased with our haggling.

Leather satchel to replace handbag combustion while away. The Boy also got a large-briefcase sized satchel for work.

One of four pairs of sandals purchased in the souk. Blingtastic!

Marrakech en Collage

Riad W

Around the city and the souks

The food in its many and varied forms

The haul...

Words (such as they are) will follow... For now, it's good to be home.

Hair Flare

A warning to all those poor yet hair-coloured-inclined blog readers out there.

Don't use Boots Colour. Don't use it for 10 minutes longer than the recommended time. Don't think that 'Rich Mahogany' will leave you looking anything like Catherine Zeta Jones. Don't think that Clare Danes circa 1994 is a look worth aspiring to. Don't use washing up liquid in a vain attempt to return to your suddenly-attractive-mousey pre-existence.

 

Don't find all this out two days before embarking on your first hot holiday in four years.

Anyone in the market for a bandana?

Or three?