Jacki is now writing ‘Mad, Bad or an Angel? The story of Kate Marsden, and Jacki Hill-Murphy’s Journey Across Siberia in her Footsteps’
To be published later in 2016
Adventuresses, Rediscovering Daring Voyages into the Unknown
This is a culmination of seven years of intrepid exploration and support from people all around the globe.
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Extracts from the book…
“Once again I tried to put myself in Isabela’s embroidered slippers, and imagine her mixture of abject discomfort and apprehensiveness at every unfamiliar sound or movement of the alien forest, from the sudden fall of a tree to the cry of the bellbird and the bark of the howler monkey. Pinch yourself Jacki, in the sealed safety of your dry cab; at least you have the assurance of arrival at the end of the ride! I noticed my team mates had gone a bit quiet and guessed that Mary in particular was pondering the recklessness of the expedition leader in transferring us all to the Bobonaza, in a dugout canoe of all things, in weather like this. “
“A further disincentive to rising and shining was the clear realisation that this probably wasn’t a good day for going anywhere. It might, though, be just the day for Plan B. Slowly we coaxed our way into camp life: a lick and a promise with wet wipes, dry socks, a shake out of the boots, and secret rummages into the depths of our packs for a reserved treat – a granola bar, perhaps. I looked out under the dripping eaves of the corrugated roof, where our wet trousers hung limply, hoping to catch a sunray if it popped its head out from the white misty sky, and there, on the edge of the concrete deck, stood my brave Angela applying full West End makeup.
The yellowy green and brown hummocks spread out around us and we could see a distant incline which, from Mary Kingsley’s description, I could now point out to my team as announcing the start of the main peak. That, of course, now lost in a cloud. It was a mossy, drippy, dank and miserable world – but I had my plan to brighten it up.
The time had come to pull out those long frocks. One condition of joining the expedition was to bring a late Victorian outfit, in Mary’s honour. Each of us therefore, somewhere rolled tight into a plastic bag in a corner of our damp luggage, had an outfit that Mary would not have scorned.”