Four ordinary blokes. One thousand, one hundred and thirty kilometres.

From the edge of the continent to the bottom of the world, on skis, dragging everything we need.

In November 2026, four of us will fly to Hercules Inlet on the Antarctic coast and start skiing south. Unsupported, unassisted, hauling 90 kg pulks each across one of the most brutal landscapes on Earth.

We're not professional polar explorers. We're four mates with day jobs who've spent the last decade saying yes to ridiculous ideas — and then training like hell to make them happen.