Shortly after coming back from New Zealand in mid-March, I was contacted by one of my colleagues, polar photographer Martin Hartley, asking whether I fancied going to the North Pole in two weeks, replacing him as he was double booked. It’s exactly for this kind of question that I got into adventure photography in the first place, and there wasn’t much hesitation before giving a very positive answer. Cue a couple of days of frantic packing and preparation, and I find myself in Oslo, Longyearbyen and finally Barneo Ice Camp, at around 89°N.
The idea of the trip was to shoot the first edition of the Mamont Polar Cup, where four teams of four to five skiers try to ski the last degree and reach the Pole first. I was covering the all women team, led by polar explorer Bettina Aller, and greatly enjoyed the company of Geraldine, Tamara and Jennifer. In the end, we skied for five days, reached the Pole at 16:30 on April 18th, waited a storm for another day and got picked up by a MI-8 helicopter back to Barneo, where we proceeded to get thoroughly drunk on Mamont vodka (life lesson: never drink with Russians, especially if vodka is to be involved. Never!).
What an adventure!