Wow I just looked at the date and realised a year ago to the day Cho and I held hands (very macho) running into the Atlantic Ocean at the end of our 860-day expedition.
The night before I’d collapsed at the side of the road from exhaustion and then we nailed the final 75 kilometers in 17 hours. It remains the happiest day of my life.
A few months later we brought Cho over to the UK (it took a couple of well-worded letters from Sir Ranulph Fiennes and Michael Palin to the British Ambassador in Lima to swing it!) and he has a great few months over here living up in the country with my mum and playing a bit of rugby at my local club. He even got “Overseas Player of the Year”. Nice touch lads.
Cho’s back in the jungle now with his dad but hopes to return to England next year. I’m planning my next expedition to another far flung part of the globe – and start pitching for sponsorship in September. Life is great – I can’t complain at all – but there is a bit of me itching to get out of London now. A year is a long time.