“The trouble is sweat and breath. I never knew before how much of the bod’s waste comes out through the pores of the skin. On the most bitter days, when we had to camp before we had done a four-hour march in order to nurse back our frozen feet, it seemed that we must be sweating. And all this sweat, instead of passing away through the porous wool of our clothing and gradually drying us off, froze and accumulated. It passed away from our flesh and then became ice”

En waarvoor was die reis??

Deze drie eieren lol