Good ones:
~ surviving driving around rural new hampshire on the bonnet of a cadillac by night, locked off my head. And of course driving said caddy (I can't drive) with 2 people on the front...
~ arriving in Lima on my own, with mates a few kms up the andes somewhere 100s of miles away, at 3am, and then thinking... "Wait. I don't speak spanish..."
~ not being thrown out of the vatican - Pope 0, Me 1...
~ surviving the taxi ride to the airport in Istanbul. He didn't even gave all his windows left. I have never seen such reckless abandon. Never tell them you're in a hurry - it's too much of an adrenalin trip.

Bad Ones:
~ a good friend dying suddenly of a heart attack after being ill for a few days, following a botched diagnosis the year before.
~ Ryanair. Any further attempt to describe the litany will just mean a rant.
~ Realizing how stupid i was only after I'd smuggled dope through istanbul.
~ realizing the recent shark attack in Hermanus (outside of cape town) that sank the dive cage WAS the same boat we'd used shortly before! :)
~ turns out when a Grand Prix ends, the carpark grand prix slow race begins, and the gendarmes don't care

And great ones:
all the drunken run-ins that are too tedious to tell if you don't know the people involved. Huzzah for holidays!
( WhoElse I'm what Willis was talking about, Thu 21 Apr 2005, 14:53, Reply)