Ripcord Adventure Journal 2.1
Where do we begin? A fast track literally, to Germany where a sports car and our journalist are tested to the limits and left begging for more. Following the exploits of a legendary aviator from continent to continent, our Journal proceeds to venture across Mali, cycling the route to a fabled city of gold and encountering a festival of mud which annually repairs what must be one of the "newest" old buildings in the world. Our next journey explores the concept of adventure on board a luxury cruise ship as it rounds the infamous Horn, can Shangri-la really exist at sea? This leads us thoughtfully to the colourful Monlam Cham festival of Tibet as it is explored by two friends in search of Marco Polo and inner calm, we then journey forward to an encounter with a personal hero, visit eleven architectural gems on the road less travelled and complete our whirlwind travels in the land of the Midnight Sun.
Where do we begin? A fast track literally, to Germany where a sports car and our journalist are tested to the limits and left begging for more. Following the exploits of a legendary aviator from continent to continent, our Journal proceeds to venture across Mali, cycling the route to a fabled city of gold and encountering a festival of mud which annually repairs what must be one of the "newest" old buildings in the world.
Our next journey explores the concept of adventure on board a luxury cruise ship as it rounds the infamous Horn, can Shangri-la really exist at sea? This leads us thoughtfully to the colourful Monlam Cham festival of Tibet as it is explored by two friends in search of Marco Polo and inner calm, we then journey forward to an encounter with a personal hero, visit eleven architectural gems on the road less travelled and complete our whirlwind travels in the land of the Midnight Sun.
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Lady Icarus: The life of Aviator Lady Mary Heath<br />
Lindie Naughton<br />
became aware of growing pain in her head, neck and shoulders.<br />
Having suffered from sunstroke twice before, she knew the signs.<br />
Ominously, in her most recent experience, she had passed out, not<br />
an experience she wished to repeat especially when flying several<br />
hundred metres above hard, unforgiving ground. Desperately, she<br />
twisted and turned in her tiny seat, trying unsuccessfully to retrieve<br />
the special topee, or pith helmet, packed in the back locker of her<br />
machine. When the pain in her head and neck got worse and she<br />
started to see black blobs dancing in front of her eyes, she pulled off<br />
part of her underclothing and wrapped it around her head and<br />
shoulders.<br />
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA<br />
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA<br />
With the black blobs turning into waving black feathers, she saw<br />
Fort Usher straight ahead. The last thing she remembered was<br />
aiming the plane north-east to some clear ground. When she<br />
recovered consciousness, she found herself under some thorn<br />
bushes with three native girls “in various stages of scanty undress,<br />
sitting back on their haunches and laughing at me.”<br />
They had removed her fur coat and placed it under her, then steeped<br />
two of her handkerchiefs in milk and put them on her head. Her<br />
hair was clotted with milk and there was a gourd of milk beside her.<br />
Leaning up woozily on one elbow, she was relieved to see that her<br />
plane was intact although one wing was drooping. With the help of<br />
the girls, who seemed to understand Swahili, although this was not<br />
their language, she staggered to the plane to discover the time. She<br />
had been unconscious for about four hours.<br />
So little damaged was the machine that, had she been at all well, she<br />
could have flown it away. There was no chance of that: she could<br />
hardly see straight and the effort of walking to the plane made her<br />
sick again:<br />
“So I sat on the ground and told the girls to collect stones and earth<br />
for my sandbags to secure the machine for the night…They thought<br />
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