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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Aah, my journey to Athens....
I had been drinking very heavily with some vodka soaked Croats and Czechs on a ferry ship between Venice and Patras (Greece) during my journey to my friends wedding in Athens (there will be more stories about this journey....keep looking!)
Anyway, at about 4am we were all well oiled and i decided that i wanted to swim in the ships pool and invited one of my new drinking friends to join me.
Did you know that they empty the pools at night? We didn't. We just ran and jumped in, damn near snapping my arm at the elbow when I hit the bottom...I spent the rest of the ferry journey (48 hours!) being spat and shouted at by the Croats who deemed me personally responsible for their friends injuries! And to top it all, I could barely move for bruises, grazes and lumps!
Arse!
( , Fri 8 Sep 2006, 6:45, Reply)
I had been drinking very heavily with some vodka soaked Croats and Czechs on a ferry ship between Venice and Patras (Greece) during my journey to my friends wedding in Athens (there will be more stories about this journey....keep looking!)
Anyway, at about 4am we were all well oiled and i decided that i wanted to swim in the ships pool and invited one of my new drinking friends to join me.
Did you know that they empty the pools at night? We didn't. We just ran and jumped in, damn near snapping my arm at the elbow when I hit the bottom...I spent the rest of the ferry journey (48 hours!) being spat and shouted at by the Croats who deemed me personally responsible for their friends injuries! And to top it all, I could barely move for bruises, grazes and lumps!
Arse!
( , Fri 8 Sep 2006, 6:45, Reply)
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