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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Antalya, Turkey, 1980With my mum and sister, we get lost in the "old town". We screaming kids want to see the bones of father christmas in the museum. Mum can't find it anywhere.
Sister spots a taxi parked outside a house. We approach just a bloke comes out shouting rude stuff in Turkish over his shoulder and slams the ancient wooden door. The whole house literally shakes - you can see the shockwave wobble up and down the structure.
Anyway, as soon as he spots tourists his mood improves greatly and he scoots us into his banged-up slashed-seat no-seatbelts taxi. In next to no time we are on a dual carriageway/divided highway heading out of town, he then leans round to ask us where we are going.
My mum mentions the museum and he goes "OK. No Problem. Must turn right". We are still on the main road at the point, which makes a right turn difficult, so he swings over the central reservation and drives the wrong way down the road till he gets to the junction he wants.
He then executes a skid right turn into a tiny alley which has a donkey cart coming the other way. Luckily for donkey, there's only buildings on the left side, so we go up the banked earth to the side of the alley to get around it.
We shoot out the end of the alley and screech to a halt in the square outside the museum.
I'd like to say he then looked round and went "Ta-dah!", but he didn't. He'd already spent the entire journey facing us in the back asking questions about the UK. So he didn't need to look round.
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chthonic, Fri 8 Sep 2006, 15:50,
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