Bianca Bauza – Bucket list

As I continue to shine a light on cool people and their Bucket Lists this week I present Bianca’s list. Two and a half years ago Bianca’s world changed dramatically when her boyfriend of 7 years left the picture…following some soul searching (which included selling all her stuff and quitting her job, sound familiar?) she set off to explore, photograph and write about her adventures on her very nice blog Nomadbiba. When I saw that her site was chock full of action pictures, with Bianca rock climbing,  leaning out of helicopters, crashing pushbikes into trees and the like I couldn’t help but think that she should sell little action figurines of herself to inspire the next generation of adventurers.

Anyway…on her travels, Bianca has done heaps of fun things including:

Here is the heady list of things that Bianca wants to do before kicking the proverbial:

  1. Visit Japan
  2. Try paragliding and go to 10 different spots around the world
  3. Spend one week in each of these cities: Vancouver, London, Paris, ✓Venice, ✓Buenos Aires, Tokyo, San Francisco, Toronto, Amsterdam, Lisbon
  4. Make a major bicycle trip around Europe
  5. Go sailing in the Caribbean
  6. See Australia
  7. Visit the Galapagos Islands
  8. Travel around India
  9. Become location independent
  10. Visit Hawaii
  11. Go on a road trip across Canada
  12. Go backpacking around Asia
  13. Spend a week in a luxury hotel in some paradise island getting massages
  14. Go skydiving
  15. Dance tango in Argentina
  16. Get my Italian up to conversational level
  17. Learn surfing
  18. Get strong at rock climbing by visiting at least 10 different countries to climb (1. Colombia, 2. Canada, 3. USA, )
  19. Make a sailing trip of at least 2 weeks
  20. Milk a cow
  21. Fly in a hot air balloon
  22. Visit Bali
  23. Eat insects
  24. Go to a full moon party on a beach
  25. See Rodrigo & Gabriela playing live
  26. Climb an active volcano
  27. Run a half marathon
  28. Go on a road trip around the USA
  29. Travel to Iceland
  30.  ✓   Go whale watching
  31. Learn to take photos with a DSLR camera
  32. Polish my French and speak it fluently
  33. Stay at an Indian ashram
  34. Eat vegetarian at least 2 days a week
  35. See the Grand Canyon
  36. Visit New Zealand
  37. Spend a couple of days in the Amazon
  38. Learn yoga and practice regularly
  39. Go WWOOFing or Helpxing to at least 5 different locations
  40. Own a house
  41. Trail the Camino de Santiago in Spain
  42. ✓   Participate on a street parade
  43. Play with elephants
  44. Go on a helicopter ride
  45. Become an early riser
  46. Volunteer in a third world country for a month
  47. Write 10 guest posts in different blogs
  48. Run a marathon
  49. Donate blood
  50. Knit a scarf for myself
  51. Jump from a cliff into deep water
  52. Swim with dolphins
  53. Learn how to make cheese
  54. Go white water rafting
  55. Shave my head
  56. Participate in a triathlon
  57. Check out the tepuyes in Venezuela
  58. Learn to live in the now
  59. Sell at least 20 photographs
  60. Go to Africa
  61. Make a horseback ridding trip of at least a week
  62. Reach at least medium level for German
  63. Witness a meteor shower
  64. Experience zero gravity
  65. Go island hopping in Greece
  66. Make sushi
  67. Walk through a labyrinth
  68. Help in building a home
  69. Become a freelance worker
  70. Do a public presentation about something I care about
  71. Walk into an airport and spontaneously buy a plane ticket to wherever
  72. Ride a mechanical bull
  73. Celebrate Dia de Los Muertos in Mexico
  74. Go flying in a private jet
  75. Work as a cook in a restaurant for a while
  76. Dive with whale sharks
  77. Attend TED Talks
  78. Witness an eclipse
  79. Learn to play poker
  80. See penguins in their natural habitat
  81. Travel on my own for at least 2 weeks
  82. Learn more about wines
  83. Learn to forgive for real
  84. Join a disaster relief effort
  85. Ride a horse without a saddle
  86. Spend a week in a silence retreat
  87. Learn about animal communication
  88. Make a loan through Kiva
  89. Get my blog to have 1000 visits/month
  90. Play with a chimpanzee
  91. Spend 3 months in a horse ranch
  92. Take a self defense class and learn some proper ass kicking techniques
  93. Experience Tuscany
  94. Make a time capsule and bury it
  95. Touch one of the great cats (lion, tiger, leopard, etc)
  96. Join a flash mob
  97. Make some stencil art
  98. Participate in a wine harvest
  99. Visit Cuba
  100.    Try to put my arms around a Sequoia tree – Did it! In Victoria BC (Canada)

Feeling inspired yet? I feel tired just reading this list! Thanks for sharing with us Bianca…oh and let us know when you come to visit Australia and go paragliding, I may just know some people to help you out.

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Ama Dablam – My mountaineering training regimen

Please do not get the wrong idea. I’m not writing this because I, in any way, think that I am some kind of fitness guru. Quite the opposite really; my view on exercise is simple: the more uncomfortable a training session is, the better it’s going to be for me. If you have an image popping into your mind of me in a packed gym running naked on a treadmill, well sorry, you’re thinking of the wrong kind of uncomfortable. That, or you’re some weird, stalker, beard-o-phile which is just awkward so please move on…anyway, what I mean is that my view on training is simple; the more I am sweating and gasping (and sometimes quietly sobbing) the better it is.

No, I’m writing this because I thought it would be interesting for those who don’t have the chance, or desire, to climb big mountains to find out the process involved in getting those nice, smiley summit pictures that often end up captioned with: “BELIEVING! – is half of doing” or “AMBITION! – aspire to climb as high as you dream”. Also, I thought I would afford my climbing friends the chance to read about my preparation and to shake their heads with a pitying smile.

In the lead up to this climb I will post on various topics like the technology we use, logistics on and off the hill, communication considerations, the clothes and gear I’ll be using and the food we eat. If you have any other things you’d like me to write about regarding this trip just ask.

Since reaching the decision to join Mal on this October Ama Dablam mission I have launched myself full throttle into mountain mode. You may be wondering what level of fitness I’ll need to drag my sorry ass up this highly coveted peak. Or you may not be wondering, in which case why not check out my post titled Drunk Russians which talks about peasants being drugged by their government.

Before I climbed Manaslu in 2011 I read everything I could find about the beast and came to the conclusion that this climb was mostly a very steep walk without much pulling-self-up-ice-cliffs-with-fingernails action. Sure, there were some very scary bits that we ‘walked’ over (see below), but the whole staring-with-cold-eyes-at-vertical-walls-of-ice action was limited.

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While training for Manaslu I was living in Aarhus, Denmark with my then girlfriend (now wife) just across from the pool. Through research and first hand experience I know that, at altitude, limiting your load  is crucial to success. Hence in preparation for Manaslu I just swam. Cue Forest Gump voice, “I just sa-wam Jenny…” I swam so damn much, around 6-8 kilometres a week, that I would not have been surprised to have seen little gills forming on my neck.

Once a friend of mine, Andy Chapman, wisely told me, “You climb a mountain with your legs, Ben, not your arms.” This is so true. To this end there was also a lot of bike riding involved leading up to this climb. Not the flashy lycra-clad kind mind, but more the type where I nicked Jette’s bright blue City-girl bike (complete with basket and bell) and just rode around the place. I’d ride around town happily mumbling the three Danish words I knew as people openly laughed. Although I looked completely retardacious, the rusty chain and rotten bearings of City-girl just made my legs work that little bit harder for every kilometre I went.

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Ama Dablam seems to have a ‘few’ steps

So, my training plan. In the  expedition notes for Ama Dablam Mal has written: There are a number of technical rock steps to climb as well as steep snow slopes to the summit. This causes me some concern as I know that Mal is prone to that oh so common trait of many ‘proper’ climbers; that is to completely under state things. For example: I once spent a rather un-cosy night with Mal huddled in a tent at 7450 meters. Overnight we recorded a temperature inside the tent of minus 25 degrees celcius. In the morning Mal bounds out of his sleeping bag, turns on his Go-pro and looks into the lens with a wide grin. “Morning here at camp four, bit of a cold one last night…” So when he says, ‘number of technical rock steps’ I am preparing for the worst. I am not picturing steps like you have at home but more steps with a vertical face the height of a house…yeah, sorry Andy but I may need some upper body strength for this one.

The core of my training for Ama Dablam will stay the same as for Manaslu; swim Forrest, swim! Not only is it great for general fitness but it also gives my lungs a beaut workout which is great for gasping down rarified air. I am currently swimming around 4-6 kilometres a week and want to build from there. Thankfully a good mate of mine is training for a Marathon so we are able to keep each other honest at the pool. To complement this I have just put together a weights program to build upper body strength for those few rock steps that I am so dreading….okay, I stole my wife’s program and changed the weights.

The classic route that we will be taking up Ama Dablam involves a number of extended, exposed ridge line walks. Sounds easy right? You just walk up a dizzyingly high knife-edge and don’t fall off! Technically that’s right. From a climbing perspective alone, ridge-lines are not that hard, but (there’s always a but!), at altitude, under pressure in a fearful and hypoxic daze I will need good balance to come naturally.

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Some cabbage-smelling hippy slacklining

To help my balance I have been mucking about with a slack line. You have likely seen clusters of hippies hanging out in a local park with drums, bright pants, scrappy dogs and those rolled ‘cigarettes’. You probably have also seen them on occasion get energetic enough to sling a racket strap between two trees and try to balance on it, well, that is slack lining. It is incredible just how good a core muscle and balance-y workout this game is.

I am, however, doing it without drugs or drums.

Speaking of drugs, this brings me to my last point. I have *GASP* totally quit alcohol for the four months leading up to this trip.

Nothing worth doing is easy, well, apart from sleep and hugging loved ones. Oh and relaxing on…fair enough, lots of good things come easy but this sport which I so enjoy is not one of them.




Melissa Shearer – bucket list

This bucket list has been reproduced with kind permission from Melissa (AKA Mellyboo) who runs a blog called The Mellyboo Project. Melissa has been bitten hard by the travel bug so she has made it her mission in life to explore the world thoroughly. Melissa also has the greatest skydiving self portrait I have seen of anyone, ever. If you want to know more about why she travels please click on this Link, otherwise kick back, relax and prepare to be inspired:

  1. Bungee Jump  (Completed April 4, 2009 in Queenstown, New Zealand)
  2. Working Holiday in Australia (Completed in 2011)
  3. Visit Monkey Mia (Completed February 26-27, 2011)
  4. Have an profile (Completed 2009)
  5. Get my own .com (Completed February 2012)
  6. Go to Paris (Completed October 4, 2010)
  7. Skydive  (Completed March 2, 2012 in Paihia, New Zealand)
  8. Become a certified Scuba Diver  (Completed February 11, 2013 in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic)
  9. Go on a game drive in Africa (Completed May 22, 2012 in Etosha National Park, Namibia)
  10. Say I love you and mean it
  11. Run a half-marathon
  12. Celebrate Carnival in Rio
  13. Go to Macchu Picchu
  14. Volunteer at an orphanage in a 3rd world country (Completed June 9, 2012 at Rosedale Orphanage in Gweru, Zimbabwe)
  15. Raise $10000 for charity
  16. Learn to speak another language
  17. Learn to play guitar (well)
  18. Milk a cow (Completed September 2, 2012 in Kaitaia, New Zealand)
  19. Shear a sheep (Completed November 28, 2012 in Herekino, New Zealand)
  20. Go on a yoga retreat
  21. Place a $100 bet in Las Vegas
  22. Visit Angkor Watt
  23. Attend a full moon party in Thailand
  24. Have a baby
  25. Stand in an airport and pick my destination based on the fact that I don’t recognize where it is
  26. Visit the Amazon Rainforest
  27. Climb Dune 45 in Namibia at sunrise (Completed May 17, 2012)
  28. See the Orangutans in Borneo
  29. Walk along the Great Wall of China
  30. Tube the Vang Vieng River
  31. Visit the killing fields of Cambodia
  32. Do a “great American roadtrip”
  33. Drive across Canada and touch both oceans.
  34. Visit Yosemite National Park
  35. Visit the Grand Canyon
  36. Attend Burning Man
  37. Attend Glastonbury Music Festival
  38. Walk a red carpet (Completed September 2006 at the Toronto International Film Festival)
  39. See the Pyramids, Sphinx and Valleys of the Kings and Queens in Egypt
  40. Play in the waterfalls in Jamaica
  41. See the wild gorillas in Uganda
  42. Hot air balloon ride over the Serengeti
  43. See the Northern Lights
  44. Open a hostel
  45. Antarctic Expedition
  46. Spend time in the Galapagos Islands
  47. Have someone say I love you and have them mean it
  48. Take a photography course
  49. Sleep under the stars (Completed March 2, 2011 in Northampton, Western Australia)
  50. Visit Iguazu Falls
  51. Visit Victoria Falls  (Completed May 31, 2012 – Zimbabwe side)
  52. Visit a lion rehabilitation centre in Africa (Completed June 4, 2012 when I volunteered for 2 weeks at Antelope Park in Gweru, Zimbabwe)
  53. Smoke pot in an Amsterdam coffee shop (Completed October 1, 2010)
  54. Take a horse carriage ride in Central Park
  55. Chase a tornado
  56. Relax on the beaches of Zanzibar
  57. Hike through the Moab Desert
  58. Drive the Great Ocean Road (Completed March 25-26, 2011) Hey! I’ve done that as well!
  59. Hike around Uluru and Kata Tjuta
  60. 4WD From Broome to Darwin through the Bungle Bungles and Kimberleys
  61. Shoot a gun (Completed January 10, 2012)
  62. Drive a police cruiser (Completed January 29, 2012)
  63. Compete in a Warrior Dash or Tough Mudder
  64. Write and publish a book
  65. Float in the Dead Sea
  66. Celebrate Holi in India
  67. Mile High Club
  68. Drive the Pacific Coast Highway in a convertible
  69. Create my family tree going back as far as possible
  70. Party at Mardi Gras
  71. Visit Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany
  72. Surf in Hawaii (Completed December 13, 2012 in Waikiki, Hawaii)
  73. Climb a volcano (Completed December 8, 2012 in Volcanoes National Park, Hawaii)
  74. Swim in the Devil’s Pools, Victoria Falls
  75. Shark cage dive  (Completed December 6, 2012 in Haleiwa, Oahu, Hawaii)
  76. Take a microlight flight over Victoria Falls
  77. Bottle-feed lion cubs
  78. Skate on the Rideau Canal in Ottawa
  79. Road trip through the Canadian Rockies
  80. Stay in the Chateau Frontenac in Quebec City in the winter
  81. Sail from one country to another

I love a good bucket list, do go check out The Mellyboo Project! Big thanks to Mel for letting me reproduce her work here.

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Exploring Cradle Mountain National Park – again

I have just quit my safe, regular job and am about to throw myself into a mix-bag of study, relief pharmacy work, adventuring and more writing. Not a bad crossroad to be at, but for sure I have a lot of thinking to do. My wife has picked up on my need to think, re-group, find solace and train for the Ama Dablam climb that is looming. Supportive as always, Jette says, “I think you should go hug some trees for a few days…go on, bugger off.” *Witness Danish girl being rapidly Australianised.* I quickly agree and four short days after hanging up the white coat I am at the trailhead. I don’t want to sound like one of those try-hard Indian-mystic-hippy-Bhudda type but Cradle Mountain National Park is truly my sacred ground.

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Me in mum’s jacket at 3 months old – Crater lake Jan 1978


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Fagus turning colour at Crater Lake

I have been coming here since before I could walk. My dad introduced many a young adventurer to nature here as he taught outdoor education. My childhood is peppered with memories of this place as is my adulthood – only a few months ago I married my best friend and fave travel companion in the shadows of Cradle Mountain. Yup, a pretty special place. But not only to me; the park is UNESCO World Heritage listed and us Tasmanians are fiercely protective of this area…so leave your guns and dogs at home please!

Despite having walked the famous Overland Track countless times the beauty of the deciduous Fagus still catches my breath. Before I even find my walking cadence I am at Crater Lake looking up at rocky walls which look as though God subcontracted the colouring to Picasso.

The hut at Crater Lake
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The track past Crater Lake takes a dramatic uphill turn. Following a steep push I am at Marion’s Lookout, definitely starting to sweat but very much enjoying the feeling of my headspace clearing. It does not take long for these hills to clear my cache. An elderly guide is enjoying the views beside two Asian clients. The guide and I have a quick chat as the other two speak together in an undeterminable language. They look in admiration at my too-big-because-I-rushed-packing rucksack. Leaving, I farewell my chatty friends, hook my thumbs under the straps near my shoulders then follow my feet past Cradle Mountain. My mind in happily stuck in neutral by the time I stop to sit in complete silence whilst looking at my comforting mountains.

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Soon I leave the high plateau to walk downwards through prehistoric looking palms into Waterfall Valley. A cheeky little wallaby watches me enter his grazing patch with a keen eye. Did I imagine him sighing in resignation before hopping away? Just before he disappears he gives me a second glance which seems to say ‘bugger off, I was here first…pesky humans’.

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Thankfully I am the only one (human) here so I have pick of the campsites. I shun the new hut, with the cosy gas heater and fancy drying room, preferring instead to pitch my tent next to an old hut tucked away amongst a mystical Mrytle forest almost out of sight .


When I wake the next morning I realise why the new hut is where it is. My tent, the old hut, and all nearby trees are covered in frost which has no hope of seeing sunlight until at least midday. Nothing else for it, still in my sleeping bag I fish around for my cooker and make a coffee (sounds simple right, wrong) then I snuggle back down to read.

The second time I wake I decide it’s time to go waterfall hunting. My last time here was with dad, he showed me all the good waterfalls so, once fed and dressed, I dig up fond memories of this trip and amble through a few enjoyable hours pushing through untracked bush and hunting for a great photo. As I explore my mind dawdles across all manner of topic, for example;

1. If Jette and I have kids will I be fortunate enough to show them this area?

2. How do Giraffes drink water, with their long necks and legs wouldn’t it just come back out their noses?

2. When will we end this ridiculous cycle of extremist Christians hating on all Muslims – Extremist Muslims retaliating with violence towards all Christians and extremist Christians feeling more justification to hate on all Muslims?

3. Did I lock mum’s car?

4. Will I have it in me to get up the next big Nepalese Mountain? (A common mind-dawdle of late)

5. Should I move on to Scott Kilvert hut?

6. Why do I always put two twos in my lists?

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Late in the arvo while making coffee in the old hut a amiable retiree named Paul bursts in. Well, in reality Paul just walks in normally but as I have not seen anyone for some it feels as though he has just stormed in twirling a baton with a marching band behind him. Paul is trying to reduce his girth to tackle the Appalachian trail in America next year. We have a very brief talk but I am really not in a chatty mood. Deciding to move on I pack my things and hit the trail to arrive at Scott Kilvert Hut just on dark. Having managed to all but avoid conversation for a full two days, I struggle to hide my disappointment when I find more chatty people just waiting to make new friends. They are a friendly couple who have already established themselves at the hut. I decline their kind offer to play cards and beat a hasty retreat to pitch my tent on the helipad. Reading and listening to familiar mountain noises soon sends me off to a deep sleep. (Yes, all my gear is ready to grab in case a chopper comes and tries to land on my head in the night!) Early the next morning I wake…but soon I am lulled by the still.

At 10:30am I rouse myself enough to spend a blissful day on my helipad reading, photographing and snoozing. Who says training for a big mountaineering expedition needs to be hard work?! The following video is my entire day compressed into 13 seconds.


Once darkness falls I crawl into my sleeping bag having not said a single word for 24 hours. To think that some people go to expensive Thai Buddhist retreats for the same privilege. At 1am a curious possum wakes me by rustling against my tent, I stick my head out to shoo him off then look up at the shadow of the mountain where a huge wave of cloud is rolling down at me in slow motion. 20 minutes later my tent is flapping like a single aunt at a Greek wedding and the rain is pouring down.

Seven sleepless hours later I get up.

The storm seems determined to grow. I pack up all my now wet gear, fold the tent, stuff it all into my trusty red rucksack and get out of there. It truly is a cold, wet, miserable walk…but I love it. Just before finishing I make two short videos showing the wild weather.


I am done and back in mum’s car which thankfully was locked, I’m warm and driving home, fully relaxed, recharged and ready to face a few new life challenges, not least of which is figuring out just how Giraffes drink*.

Regarding the wild weather, don’t worry, it has not put me off from my special bush time. I just see it as good training, kind of a preview of coming attractions, for the Nepal expedition.


*Regarding the Giraffes I did find out. Check out this link In my search I happened upon the answer to another question which most people are too afraid to ask here.

Travel first aid kits

My last pharmacy job was working in Melbourne’s CBD. As such, my main demographic consisted of relatively fit and healthy 30 year old go-getters. One of the main reasons for them to visit a pharmacy (disregarding the inevitable Monday morning Emergency Contraceptive pill rush) was for travel health advice, specifically what travel first aid kit to take.

Now clearly a holiday to the beach would have different travel first aid requirements to a remote trek at altitude so I’ll start with the basic kit I take everywhere with me, apologies for people living in countries with different brands, I have attached links to most things so you can get something equivalent. A first aid kit doesn’t have to be big to be good, you won’t be performing open heart surgery. Mine is smaller than two beer cans.

So here is what’s inside:

Oral rehydration salts Hydralyte Blackcurrant is the best tasting, the fizzy tablets are easiest to use.
Adhesive tapes & sterile bandages I usually take a thin Leukoplast and a few wound pads, that way you can get creative. Don’t spend big bucks on buying every type of bandaid known to man, be creative.
Betadine liquid  Iodine is the best antiseptic, messy but it kills the bacteria. (hint, you can apply then wipe off after 3-4 minutes to avoid mess as it will continue working in the wound after this time).
Lubricant eye drops No particular brand, I take the single ‘serve’ vials as the 30ml bottles need throwing out 30 days after opening.
Eye wash cup Good link here. If you get something in your eye you can rinse it out by filling it with boiled, cooled tap water (okay) or your lubricant eye drops (best). Hold the cup over your open eye and tilt back you head.
Insect repellant DEET is your friend the more the better, unless you have sensitive skin. If going to Asia I buy over there as the repellant is cheaper and stronger.
Antihistamines  This is personal. Different people react differently to each one. I take Polaramine (Dexchlorpheniramine 2mg) as it is a good trade off between drowsiness and anti-itch property. *Check with your pharmacist if you are taking any other meds or have prostate issues*.
Nasal Decongestant     Again this is personal. I take tablets containing pseudoephedrine but again seek advice.
Scissors/tweezers/splinter-lance A splinter lance is basically a solid needle with a big handle, I love these things, soo handy. When buying tweezers it is how neatly the ends come together, not how pointy they are which defines how good they are.
Pain relief Again, personal but I take Paracetamol as I tend to share a lot of my kit and this is safe with most medications and conditions.
Triangular bandage You can make an arm splint, put pressure on major wounds and do heaps of handy stuff with these (non-sterile).
Sunscreen  Mine has a carabiner so I can clip it to the outside of my pack which helps me remember to REAPPLY!
Tampons and sanitary pads Not only useful for women.
Tubular finger gauze  Hopefully the most major injury you get abroad is a cut finger, it is, I reckon, the most likely. Tubular gauze is the only way to neatly dress a fingertip wound. Note the applicator that comes with the gauze is far smaller than the one in the link.
Rubber gloves  For your safety when helping others.
Fingerdoms  This is my name for them. Handy little condom shaped finger stalls which keep a bandaged finger clean and dry.
Lip balm  Remember gentlemen there is no shame in having kissable lips!
Heavy crepe bandages x2  For sprains and strains
Blister dressings Those thick rubber ones which stop the friction.
Cotton buds …which my wife usually steals, but they are good for cleaning muck out of wounds.
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Tubular gauze for fingertips with applicator.


Now that is about it for my first aid kit. Remember this is a basic first aid kit and should be enough to get you back to civilisation in one piece. I’ll write about extras for high altitude trekking and special places in another post. In my next instalment I’ll discuss specific medicines which are handy to carry while exploring.

What have I forgotten? Feel free to comment below.

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