It was a great holiday, but...
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
... the night a racoon broke into our tent and attacked us will live on in my memories.
... coming down a dirttrack mountain road with no fences with the back end of the car fishtailing about left me needing new underwear.
I'm off on holiday next week somewhere nice and safe. Tell us your holiday stories.
( , Thu 21 Apr 2005, 9:55)
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Mass Mongolian Sheep Death
3 terrifying days of being driven from nowhere to nowhere in Outer Mongolia in a jeep with no brakes.
The fact we had no brakes didn't seem to worry our driver who happily cruised along at 60mph veering erratically to miss pot holes and oncoming traffic. The roads all look like aerial photographs of Dresden circa 1945.
Third and final day had us flying down a road blocked by a herd of sheep. I think we managed to slow down to a reasonable 30mph with the handbrake before the horridness began. We ran straight over three of the poor buggers, god know how many others were injured. The driver just carried on and left the dead and the dying there in the middle of the road!
But on the bright side we did drink fermented horse milk and watch an old man entertain us by banging a rock off his head to produce musical notes.
( , Tue 26 Apr 2005, 17:06, Reply)
3 terrifying days of being driven from nowhere to nowhere in Outer Mongolia in a jeep with no brakes.
The fact we had no brakes didn't seem to worry our driver who happily cruised along at 60mph veering erratically to miss pot holes and oncoming traffic. The roads all look like aerial photographs of Dresden circa 1945.
Third and final day had us flying down a road blocked by a herd of sheep. I think we managed to slow down to a reasonable 30mph with the handbrake before the horridness began. We ran straight over three of the poor buggers, god know how many others were injured. The driver just carried on and left the dead and the dying there in the middle of the road!
But on the bright side we did drink fermented horse milk and watch an old man entertain us by banging a rock off his head to produce musical notes.
( , Tue 26 Apr 2005, 17:06, Reply)
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