India, Greenpeace, Congo, Sahara Welcome to Writesimon.com I spent most of my life seeking adventure; from hitch-hiking alone to India when I was 16, to working with Pygmy peoples in Cameroon and the Congo. I managed Greenpeace’s direct actions from their founding office in Vancouver, climbed in the Himalayas, and Mexico, travelled in China andContinue reading “Welcome”
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Overland To India 1963
A couple of months after my sixteenth birthday, I set off from London to hitch-hike to India. I’d only hitch-hiked once before, when I was twelve, from London to a caravan in Suffolk with a woman I’d just met who had offered to show me how to make toffee!
Rajas, Palaces and Tiger Hunting
Shrubbery filled the narrow space between street and tall gothic windows. The front door was wide open, so I poked my head in to have a look. A large hall with a high ceiling was filled with trophies of numerous animals: rhino, buffalo, antelope of all kinds, a lion or two. I was fascinated and went in to see better. Walking towards the great wooden staircase, I saw to my left a long, high-ceilinged side room, where numerous tiger heads snarled from the panelled walls.
Himalayan Institute of Mountaineering-3
Knots in Manali, and War with Pakistan 15 Minutes [Following our ascent of a 17,000 foot ridge overlooking Tibet, we return for exams at the Himalayan Institute of Mountaineering, Manali.] We packed up our tents at high camp, leaving three foot high pedestals of snow where our tents had stood, showing us how much theContinue reading “Himalayan Institute of Mountaineering-3”
Bear Hunting, Goat Sausage and Views Over Tibet
The Himalayan Institute of Mountaineering Part 2 20 minutes. Part 1: A Princess Or An Ice Axe is the first piece on the blog. If you haven’t read it, now is the time. After ten days at the Himalayan Institute of Mountaineering, we set off to continue our training in the mountains. The day afterContinue reading “Bear Hunting, Goat Sausage and Views Over Tibet”
A Princess or an ice-axe?
The Himalayan Institute of Mountaineering, Manali Part 1 Simon Waters I was sitting looking into the beautiful brown eyes of a stunning, sari-clad princess, at a party in Dehli, when my father came up. “There is someone over here I think you ought to meet”. “I’ll just be a few minutes Jake”, I replied, andContinue reading “A Princess or an ice-axe?”
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