My winter of love: The true test of a relationship? Sixty-five unwashed hours together in a tent

We were stuck on a trek in the Andes during the worst blizzard in 20 years. Luckily we had Travel Scrabble – unfortunately, we had no toilet roll

Strictly speaking, my “winter” love story took place in a whole other season. Although it was January, my girlfriend and I were visiting Argentina, at the height of the Austral summer. But we were in the Andes, 4,000 metres above sea level, surrounded by ice and snow. If that doesn’t count as winter, I don’t know what does.

At this point in 2003, Jane and I had been travelling for 10 months – the New Guinea Highlands, Easter Island, Angkor Wat … and we had experience-fatigue.

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