Wim Hof still had work to do. He brushed by me with a wink, leapt up the rocky bank and started singing, chanting and warming everyone up.
Read MoreThere is a huge snowy mountain in the depths of Poland and it has taught me a lot. It's a ferocious and merciless teacher.
Read MoreEverything was white. The snow was thick and the wind was picking up. I was concentrating on each step, hiking up Poland’s highest mountain in freezing temperatures. A few feet ahead of me was Wim Hof. We had been chatting on the way up, but now he was leaping ahead, singing as he went.
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