"Yes we are! Pump up the beat, pump up the volume, we are ready to shake! (By the way the crowd consists of Vera and myself only) Emma turns into DJ E-babe and push the play button on her ipod before she starts to sing and dance with maximum intensity. Within a minute all three of us are standing on top of the rock shaking our asses like only real babes can. We pass the ear phones around and take turns listening to the same song over and over again. Shakira and Wyclef Jean, hips don´t lie. 
We keep on dancing until sweat are running down our backs and the sun is setting behind the mountains. The view is absolute fabulous, and so was the party! Before I crawl into our tent, or palace, as we prefere to call it, I take a quick chat with Buck, the dog seems to be a bit stirred up about our dance session. 
"Well, well, well mister Buck. You might be an experienced expedition dog, but this isn´t just any expedition you know. You are with the babes now mister, and you better get used to it!" 

One night as we are about to have supper a snow mobile pulls up besides our palace. A hunter dressed in fur jumps off. He has been hunting polar bears, and has got two on his sled. He loosens the cover to let us have a look. Its a bit strange to see the dead animals lying there. But we are on different territory now with a different culture and a different way of living. The hunters have my full respect. 
I wave goodbye to the hunter with one hand, and holding a bag of croissants in the other hand. What a fantastic present our new friend left us! We warm the croissants over the stove and for a short period of time we are in heaven. Mmmmmm, delicious! 

We have been out for more than three weeks now and food appears to be the subject most talked about. So Al the pie man here´s a warning for you; There are three hungry babes that will arrive town in about four days time. You better be prepared! 

Clyde river, here we come!