Oliver Sullivan spent part of the sixties chasing penguins, leaping between ice floes, and sleeping in an Antarctic hero's sleeping bag.
The epic journey involves heat rash, pizza bum and waking up at 2am to put on wet clothes.
To be clear, I wouldn't choose to share a bed with 39 strangers under ordinary circumstances.
Who did Google call when it wanted someone to teeter on the edge of a massive lava lake? A Kiwi staffer, of course.
A great journey begins and ends with the desire to confront "unknowns".