My son sent me this video the first time. Then my friend Sean. Then a reader. Then… Though I seldom watch long videos for fear of falling behind in my work, I was convinced to watch this one. I was convinced because my friend and my son share an affinity for time management but also understand the need to stop… Read more →
We have taught our children this last lesson through soccer. We have explained to them over the years that if you do not shoot, you will not score. We have explained that even when it looks like there is no shot, it is worth shooting anyway because there is always the chance that it will go in.
For now I need to deal with my new identity. I’ve been recognized as ‘The Swimmer’ since August 10th. My wetsuit and goggles have defined me. Now, with the same body and the same overly hairy head and face I’m being regarded with suspicion on city streets and in cafes. I look vaguely like a tramp. The lack of a wetsuit means I’m no longer instantly unique. I’m just a regular, shabby-looking guy desperately in need of scissors.
When the team was considering a replay of the 2011 journey, they looked back at what they had done wrong. Although the accident that literally knocked them out of the race was not their fault, they realized that the original journey was all about fun and adventure and had no element of giving to it. To Logothetis this element of giving back has become an absolute must.
Through the voices of these men and women that a voice inside you will say, “heh I can do that too.” If I can move your spirit by holding the space for these atheletes, adventurers, and explorers to share their own story and you come away with a new sense of possibility that you never knew existed for you then I have done my job.
Written by David Diley Doing this has been my dream for over twenty-five years and that dream is to make films about sharks which have never been made before. Aimed at inspiring a much wider audience than current shark related films reach, encouraging people, even from inner city areas of countries like the UK, to want to care about the… Read more →
Along the way I encountered a slight problem when I lost my bike pump and promptly received a puncture whilst cycling the gravel roads between Song Kul and Kochkar. Being over 3000 metres above sea level and 70km from the nearest permanent settlement, this was not ideal. After an hour or so of waiting vainly for some sort of vehicle to pass my way, my knight in shining armour arrived in the form of an ancient Lada driven by two bleary-eyed gents. They agreed to shove my bike in the boot and we headed off towards the pass that was the gateway to Lake Issyk-Kul. With half my bike frame sticking out the back of the car we stopped to greet some yak herders before heading over the pass. At this point the driver decided to coast the engine but, in so doing, the brakes became unresponsive.