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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My Dad still won't talk about it...... when I was a tiny lad in the early 80's my dad worked for the bank of England in London.
He commuted daily on the train and had a circle of travelling friends he chatted with.
One night I was vaguely aware he wasn't home yet when the phone goes. Cue much histeria from my mum.
Turns out it was a fireman who had a "dazed and shaken" man with him at side of the road who they'd just removed from the train crash and he had my dad's wallet so they'd phoned the number found within. He wasn't saying anything so they described him. Turns out it was my Dad.
So somewhat histerical my Mum drives us to the train station to collect the silent waking dead figure that my Dad had become, this is where we learnt of the rather nasty train crash that had occurred in Wembley which my Dad was in and had been knocked unconcious, only to wake up in the street.
Take him home put him to bed etc. He never went back to work, not even to clear his desk. My mum went and collected things and Dad became the manager of a bank a mile away and went to work by bike.
He still won't talk about it but I have learnt one of the horrors was his travelling companion died in the seat next to him by means of near decapitation.
Looking back I can now see evidence its bothered him for years, like taking me on a day trip to London as an early teenager I recall him being really uneasy/nervous about the 30 min journey into Euston.
I'd expect that was probably a pretty bad journey...
(, Fri 8 Sep 2006, 10:58, Reply)
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