Desperate TimesStranded in a hotel in an African war zone with no internet access for two weeks, I was forced to resort to desperate measures. Possessing only my passport and the clothes I stood up in; and the warning "You can catch it shaking hands with a vicar out there" ringing in my ears, I had to draw my own porn in order to preserve my sanity.
Alas, it all came out looking like Coronation Street's Audrey Roberts, but, as they say, any port in a storm.
What have you done in times of great desperation?
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 15 Nov 2007, 10:10)
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The Fremdo SpurIs a famous snow and ice route in the Alps, famed for its difficulty, exposure (climbing term for 'fuck me it's a long way down')and speed at which you have to climb to get it done without leaving you in the lurch.
As well as plummeting to your death, there are other hazards, a major one being snow blindness, UV reflects into your eyes, if you're not wearing proper shades (the ones with side pieces and a nose piece) you very quickly suffer blurred vision, intense pain, and erm well blindness.
So - half way up said route would not be a very good place to have your only pair of sunglasses come off, would it?
Not that easy to fashion yourself an alternative - not many objects, when you think about it, are nascent or embryonic ray-bans.
It's hot in the sun, the glare is getting unbearable, you've got to go up, over snow, to get to the top, or down, over snow, to retreat.
The solution? A sleeping bag bag, with tiny pin holes in, worn over the head, for six hours. Classy, but a little bit stuffy.
(, Fri 16 Nov 2007, 13:00, 1 reply)
Joe Simpson would be proud of you!I remember someone kicked his boot off a bivvi ledge in the Alps (Walker Spur?) and climbed down with a cut up karrimat tied to his foot. AND a crampon strapped to it.
(, Sat 17 Nov 2007, 20:14, closed)
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