To cut a long story short, we made it to Iceland. We even made it down into the volcano. But I found it such hard work, especially carrying a backpack. And on the second day, I slipped.

I only broke my leg, but it meant the expedition was over. It was obviously my own fault. I had refused to practice. I was so ashamed. My uncle didn't speak to me, and my beloved Gretchen (a fitness freak) was less than impressed. So for me it was...


What do I do now?