The Worst Journey in the WorldAspley Cherry Garrard was the youngest member of the Scott Polar Expedition when he and two others lost their tent to the winds of a night-time snowstorm. They spent hours in temperatures below -70°F stumbling about the ice floes hoping they'd bump into it as it was their only hope of survival.
OK, so that was bad, but we reckon you've had worse. We know how hard you lot are.
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chthonic, Thu 7 Sep 2006, 12:40)
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Camping it upabout 6 years ago, me and a couple of mates of mine decided to go camping, but not ordinary camping EXTREME CAMPING Ray Mears style. It was ok though because we'd seen at least 2 of his programs so naturally we could survive in the antartic with only a toothpick. luckily we were only planning on west wales.
so off we set with only a tarpaulin, a knife, an axe and some rudimentary food. One long walk on the cliff edge later we saw an ace camping spot in a clearing below us surrounded by trees. by now though it was getting dark and foggy (as it was autumn) so everything looked like some scene out of a horror film. what we saw next nearly made 3 teenage blokes shit themselves in unison.
Looking down into the darkened trees we saw a large white shape move through the trees and into the darkness. after much speculating and clutching at the knife and axe we decided to go down there anyway and start getting things together to build the tent. scanning through the woodland to look for a suitable place went something liek this:
"what do you see?"
"not much, tree, tree, tree, another tree, enraged bull, tree"
"hang on, what was that one?"
"oh shit"
so being big and brave we scarped down to the nearby beach (not the sand type beach either, the gravel kind. Fuck it we thought we'll pitch here, so we dug a hole in the stoney beach with our bare hands (by now its totally dark and raining) big enough for us to fit in, line it with some ferns and put the tarpaulin over us for shelter. then it was time for food.
"what survival food did you bring?"
"survival food? er, ive got some mars bars my mum packed me"
"fuck it, that'll do"
Unfortunately it was at this point we wished we'd been able to see how far away the sea was, as it turned out it was pretty close, so close it crashed over our 'tent' soaking us moreso.
At this point we gave up, walked back along the wet dark cliff path of death to the main road where one of my mates called his mum to pick us up. You know those 'coming of age' stories people have? this was the opposite of that. ah good times.
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(, Fri 8 Sep 2006, 16:57, Reply)
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