Things are getting real. As a good friend likes to say, only two more sleeps until I leave.
Those who know me will tell you that I am prone to over-thinking, over-analyzing and over-planning any new adventure. Mocking In honour of the Super Bowl odds makers
who told me my 49ers would win!, here are the odds for my top 5 irrational fears for my trip to Antarctica.
- 800,000:1 The plane taking me to Buenos Aires crashes in the Andes, forcing me into the moral dilemma of whether or not to eat the non-free-range fellow passengers. Given that we aren’t scheduled to cross the Andes, I think those odds are a bit thin.