After a night of howling winds and accumulating snowdrifts we fought our way, despite the weather, to the mess tent, for breakfast. Victor Boyarsky, a legendary Russian explorer, now runs the ice station at Barneo. He and Richard decided there was no way we could run the race as planned at 10am on April 7th. The winds had moderated from 50Km/hr to 30Km/hr or so, but the forecast was better. We'd run at 4pm. Worst case, we'd do laps of the runway -a 1500m flat strip that had last been ploughed two days ago. Nobody was very excited about doing 14 laps of the runway but for safety reasons we couldn't be out of sight of the camp.
At lunchtime, after a snowmobile inspection of the original course, the race start was set for 4pm and we were set to go.
The only spectators were the Barneo staff (who were the most amazing collection of bright, sunny helpful people) and the somewhat-amused BBC crew.
As Jbal, our great friend, would say: "What's the point in being stupid, if you don't prove it every now and again"
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