Time is running out, if you want to get rid of me by sending me to the North Pole.
After all, what is a piddling $28,995 to a wealthy person like you? And there is always the hope I won’t come back, though the tour guide calls this “embracing the unexpected.”
If you are a real tightwad, I suppose you can send me the cheap way, for only $18,995.
But you don’t really want to have people look at you and call you cheap, do you?
So please do not delay, and send your money to me swiftly.
For more on the topic of the Barneo camp, with some funny pictures, you can check out the post I wrote last year on March 21:
And here is a report I wrote about the 2014 season.
And here is the report from last year, when the jets landing gear crumpled to get things off to an interesting start.
By the way, they wont start actually building the camp up there for another month, I think. They like to wait until sunrise, which is March 22 at the Pole.