Where in the world is John Henzell?

You can read my blog about life in Abu Dhabi…

“And in Dubai this afternoon, it’s 47 degrees and 29 per cent humidity,” the radio burbled as I hurtled along Emirates Road at the statuatory 140kmh.

I looked onto the back seat to my skis. (As the last entry would suggest, taking your eyes off the road is standard driving style in the UAE) Behind them in the duffle bag in the boot were my ski boots, salopettes, beanie and other cold-weather accoutrements that had mostly been gathering dust since I arrived in Abu Dhabi.

How else to celebrate midsummer’s day in one of the hottest regions on earth, I figured, than going skiing? Read more.

Or you can read about my latest trip into the mountains…

“The highest peaks are known for often having a sting in the tail, a final difficulty which threatens to thwart a successful ascent.

On Everest’s Nepalese side, there’s the Hillary Step between the south summit and the highest place on the planet. On the Tibetan side, there’s the Second Step that has to be surmounted on summit day.

On Aoraki-Mount Cook, there’s the all-too-active icefall known as the gunbarrels, followed by the treacherous mixed rock and ice of the summit rocks. On Aconcagua, there’s the energy-sapping Canaletta just below the top.

And on Jabal an-Nabi Shu’ayb, the highest peak on the Arabian peninsula, there are eight soldiers with AK47s.” Read more

Or you can read about my sea to summit series…

“Sea to summit… Nice and simple concept, isn’t it? So I thought when I decided to climb Mont Blanc from the Mediterranean back in 1995 as my final fling in the European Alps before moving to the smaller but wilder hills of New Zealand.  The theory was it would be a one-off soft trip but it didn’t feel all that soft when I reached the summit in the middle of a storm after 29 days and 28,000m of cumulative ascent.

It wasn’t a one-off either because climbing mountains from the sea became the dominant theme for my excursions into the hills for more than the next decade as I tackled Aconcagua, Aoraki-Mount Cook, Kosciuszko, the three peaks of Britain, Shag Rock in Christchurch, Observation Hill in Antarctica and Fuji in Japan.

Then it morphed into something different when I climbed seven of the highest or most significant peaks of the Pyrenees on the way from hiking from the Atlantic to the Mediterranean. Then I thru-hiked from Mexico to Canada along the Pacific Crest Trail, completed a human-powered crossing of New Zealand’s South Island, and became a pilgrim on the Shikoku henro trail in Japan, following in the footsteps of the monk who introduced esoteric Buddhism in the 8th Century.” Read more.

Or view some of my dabbling in photography

“In Shackleton’s hut at Cape Royds in Antarctica, after Sir Ed had railed against Britain’s failure to pull its weight to save the huts of the heroic age, I swapped my notebook for my camera to take a photo of him sitting in the light of a window. But when I raised my camera on that bleak January afternoon, his eyes met mine and suddenly narrowed, his jaw firmed and any frailty that had previously been apparent disappeared in an instant. The Hillary mana was palpably present. The frail old man from the jet seemed to have nothing in common with the man now sitting in front of me.” Read more

Or you can just read about the wittering and pontificating that passes for a career in journalism

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