The Worst Journey in the World
Aspley 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.
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 12:40)
Aspley 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.
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 12:40)
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Melamchi Pul-Bazaar to Kathmandu
Finishing of a two week baby trek in the Helambu region of Nepal we get the bus back from the roadhead at Melamchi Pul-Bazaar.
Enquiries as to when the bus was arriving and departing were met with smiles, and 'Today'. When the rickety rusting bus eventually arrived, at least three times more people that it could safely carry crammed in, with their chickens in cages, bags and AK47's. We were a bit squashed for about 9 hours. Fortunately a healthy measure of diazepam washed down with raksi dulled most of the discomfort.
For the last few hours we found it easier to sit on the roof of the bus, (not looking over the side as the bus careered past cliff-like river valley edges), until we got into the outskirts of Kathmandu when we had to keep our heads down because the electric cables were whizzing over about 1 foot from the top of the bus, and would have easily decapitated us.
And this was an easy and comfortable trip by many Indian bus journey standards I think.
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 14:08, Reply)
Finishing of a two week baby trek in the Helambu region of Nepal we get the bus back from the roadhead at Melamchi Pul-Bazaar.
Enquiries as to when the bus was arriving and departing were met with smiles, and 'Today'. When the rickety rusting bus eventually arrived, at least three times more people that it could safely carry crammed in, with their chickens in cages, bags and AK47's. We were a bit squashed for about 9 hours. Fortunately a healthy measure of diazepam washed down with raksi dulled most of the discomfort.
For the last few hours we found it easier to sit on the roof of the bus, (not looking over the side as the bus careered past cliff-like river valley edges), until we got into the outskirts of Kathmandu when we had to keep our heads down because the electric cables were whizzing over about 1 foot from the top of the bus, and would have easily decapitated us.
And this was an easy and comfortable trip by many Indian bus journey standards I think.
( , Thu 7 Sep 2006, 14:08, Reply)
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