The Worst Journey in the WorldAspley 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.
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chthonic, Thu 7 Sep 2006, 12:40)
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Not being able to drive sucks.Coming back from a day at my dad's a few months ago, me and the bloke missed our train. 'No fear!' says I. 'We can get one from the train station in the next village!'
It was a Sunday which is the twilight zone for buses so we set off walking. Which might have been OK if a) I hadn't drastically miscalculated just how far it was and b) it wasn't pissing it down.
Soaking and miserable I reassure my grumpy other half by assuring him there's a pub at the station (appropriately named 'The Railway') and I will reward him for his toil with a shiny pint of John Smith's finest.
We get to the station (or more accurately, concrete block on side of line which you had to cross to get to the other platform) and find that in the years since I was last there, The Railway is now The Deserted Pile of Rubble. The boyfriend nearly broke down and cried.
After a long, beer-less miserable wait for the (late) train followed by an unneccesarily bumpy, dirty bus ride, we arrive home, in the dark, exhausted, wet, sniffling, starving and silent. The whole journey had taken over six sad hours.
The most soul-destroying part was when we checked our ordeal on multimap.
We had travelled twenty-six miles.
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