Written by Sanjayan | August 3rd, 2011
Overnight, a storm gathered in silence and quickly pounced. The hot windless evening of yesterday has been replaced by lashing rain and gale force winds. Our tents are anchored with heavy rocks, and yet we fear to leave them empty for too long lest they are tossed into the river.
Written by Sanjayan | August 1st, 2011
I write in the light of the endless Arctic dusk, filtered into a golden hue through the walls of my tent. Outside, I hear wolves howl across the river …