Water, boats and all that floats
Scaryduck hasn't changed the question because he's away drinking on a boat. So.
Tell us your stories of drinking and sinking, in piddly little pedalos all the way up to that oil tanker you "borrowed" ...
( , Thu 1 Nov 2012, 19:34)
Scaryduck hasn't changed the question because he's away drinking on a boat. So.
Tell us your stories of drinking and sinking, in piddly little pedalos all the way up to that oil tanker you "borrowed" ...
( , Thu 1 Nov 2012, 19:34)
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Norwegian cold lake
I was staying on a campsite in Norway with my girlfriend. The campsite had a beautiful lake, with a glacier at the far end, and Canadian-style canoes to borrow. One lovely sunny day, with a clear blue sky and a beautiful blue lake, girlfriend and I decided to borrow a canoe and show the the other campers how good at canoeing we were. Girlfriend sat in the canoe, I pushed off, then jumped in gracefully, and immediately tipped over into the freezing cold water. We both surfaced, gasping with the cold, to the laughs and jeers of the rest of the campsite. Bastards. We climbed back in, and with British stoicism paddled off to the middle of the lake to dry off. We wanted to return under the cover of darkness, but it was late June, and it never gets dark in Norway at that time of year. We were greeted with smirks in the campsite bar forthe rest of the week. I suppose we should have guessed that lakes with glaciers running into them would be cold...
( , Mon 5 Nov 2012, 14:20, Reply)
I was staying on a campsite in Norway with my girlfriend. The campsite had a beautiful lake, with a glacier at the far end, and Canadian-style canoes to borrow. One lovely sunny day, with a clear blue sky and a beautiful blue lake, girlfriend and I decided to borrow a canoe and show the the other campers how good at canoeing we were. Girlfriend sat in the canoe, I pushed off, then jumped in gracefully, and immediately tipped over into the freezing cold water. We both surfaced, gasping with the cold, to the laughs and jeers of the rest of the campsite. Bastards. We climbed back in, and with British stoicism paddled off to the middle of the lake to dry off. We wanted to return under the cover of darkness, but it was late June, and it never gets dark in Norway at that time of year. We were greeted with smirks in the campsite bar forthe rest of the week. I suppose we should have guessed that lakes with glaciers running into them would be cold...
( , Mon 5 Nov 2012, 14:20, Reply)
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