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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Nevada BackwaterAfter squabbling with the missus, I drove west, across the great emptiness of northern Nevada, only to break down in the town of Battle Mountain, Nevada, USA, late on Sunday afternoon. A rare stroke of luck I happened to break down in a populated area - northern Nevada is one vast desert - but with the shops all closed, there was no chance for immediate help.
I ended up at a squalid backyard mechanic's mobile home, where a mechanic was trying to fix an ancient school bus carrying a load of stranded latter-day hippies. The mechanic was a wonder: he looked like the Unabomber, dark as a coconut, wearing the world's filthiest oil-stained shirt, and sporting a useless, withered arm.
What am I talking about? He was a superb mechanic, and the people were the best ever. The journey back to the missus - now that was the worst journey in the world!
(, Fri 8 Sep 2006, 0:23, Reply)
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