Sven Anders Hedin, KNO1kl RVO, (19 February 1865 – 26 November 1952) was a Swedish geographer, topographer, explorer, photographer, travel writer, and illustrator of his own works. During four expeditions to Central Asia, he made the Transhimalaya known in the West and located sources of the Brahmaputra, Indus and Sutlej Rivers. He also mapped lake Lop Nur, and the remains of cities, grave sites and the Great Wall of China in the deserts of the Tarim Basin. In his book Från pol till pol (From Pole to Pole), Hedin describes a journey through Asia and Europe between the late 1880s and the early 1900s. While traveling, Hedin visited Constantinople (Istanbul), Caucasus, Teheran, Mesopotamia (Iraq), lands of the Kyrgyz people, India, China, Asiatic Russia, and Japan. The posthumous publication of his Central Asia Atlas marked the conclusion of his life’s work.
At 15 years of age, Hedin witnessed the triumphal return of the Arctic explorer Adolf Erik Nordenskiöld after his first navigation of the Northern Sea Route. From that moment on, young Sven aspired to become an explorer. His studies under the German geographer and China expert, Ferdinand Freiherr von Richthofen, awakened a love of Germany in Hedin and strengthened his resolve to undertake expeditions to Central Asia in order to explore the last uncharted areas of Asia. After obtaining a doctorate, learning several languages and dialects, and undertaking two trips through Persia, he ignored the advice of Ferdinand von Richthofen to continue his geographic studies in order to acquaint himself with geographical research methodology; the result was that Hedin had to leave the evaluation of his expedition results later to other scientists.
Another year of waking up at noon and waiting.
Last night it came to me
that I'm completely free of college funds and rubber
walls,
mid-night hour check in calls.
We're screaming out for help but no one is listening.
I think I knew it all along.
We're running on empty.
We've got our backs against the wall.
We're running on empty.
This trip now feels more like a fall.
Another night of staying up 'till six and drinking,
wishing I was in some one else's town.
Drive all night. Sleep all day.
What's it like to miss this place?
We're screaming out for help but no one is listening.
Maybe we grew up way too fast.
We're running on empty.
We've got our backs against the wall.
We're running on empty.
This trip now feels more like a fall.
Ten down and two to go.
We've got so far to climb.