It’s strange being back in London. You’d think that after a week spent living in a refugee camp, one would be happy to be back with creature comforts. But far from it, the noise, bustle and cold of london have me left me strangely missing Samara and life there, not to mention the wonderful people. It’s hard to focus on the North Pole and the campaign tasks ahead with the warm memories of the last week still lingering. I have not yet started training again, the legs are willing and raring but the body feels a little run down. Hmmm…. -30C…..i think i prefer +42C….