– The Challenge –
In April 2019 I will set off from Perth Australia on a rowing boat. The next time I touch land will be 9000km later in Tanzania on the opposite side of the ocean.
Five months alone and unsupported, with only my body to propel myself forward.
Before I row across the Indian Ocean there is a huge amount of preparation to do. I already rowed across the Atlantic in February 2016 in a team so I know the game by now! There’s the fitness and rowing training, there’s working out all the logistics, there’s building a team and finding the right financial partners. Then there is the film to organise! And I like to do some “street fundraising”.
– Previous Adventures –
1200km swimming unsupported around a wild island in Indonesia
In August stepped into the water from an unassuming beach on the west coast of Halmahera Island. The goal – to swim all the way around the island’s coastline. My possessions bobbed in a MyFloat drybag behind me – a camera, a single change of clothes, a hammock, a mosquito net, a knife and a phone. I was a mediocre swimmer and spoke no Indonesian.
Six months later I swam back up onto the same beach completing the circumnavigation.
Survival in the Alps
5 months living outdoors in the winter under Mont Blanc
In November I left my warm apartment in Berlin with one question. Could I survive the whole winter in the Alps living outdoors? My only goal: to ski, snowboard, telemark, climb and live a true mountain life. I headed to Chamonix with only my ski gear, some warm clothes, a good sleeping bag and my Therm-a-rest.
It’s amazing how little you need to have be perfectly happy!
Cycle the Himalayas
1600km by bike over the highest passes in the world
I finished university and left for India to go backpacking. After a month, however, disenchanted by the standard tourist trail, with its hostels and the never ending supply of touts, I wanted to get away from it all. In a moment of lucidity (or madness) I bought a mountain bike in Delhi. No pannier bags to be found, but an entusiastic cushion maker promised he’d make me some bespoke saddle bags.
No plan in this one. Only north. And a little dot on the nothern edge of my map, called Leh.