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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Bad Hitch
Me and a mate were hitch hiking from Scotland to southern England, and we weren't having much luck, so imagine our relief when a Land Rover with a couple of canoes on the roof pulled over, and we hopped aboard.
Unfortunately our relief was short lived, as the guy started to explain that he'd been up all night and nicked the canoes from his previous employer. It wasn't long before he started nodding off at the wheel, and kept swerving into the hard shoulder or the middle lane (we were on the motorway) lots of horn honking from cars that we nearly collided with.
A few miles further was some roadworks, the only lane open was the fast lane next to the crash barrier, my mate and I looked at each other with a kind of "oh my god we're going to crash" look. Sure enough he couldn't keep the vehicle in the single lane and we started running over the traffic cones, luckily we made it though and a motorway service station turn off was approaching, we persuaded him to pull over and get some coffee.
We decided not to carry on the journey in his company.
( , Sat 9 Sep 2006, 14:15, Reply)
Me and a mate were hitch hiking from Scotland to southern England, and we weren't having much luck, so imagine our relief when a Land Rover with a couple of canoes on the roof pulled over, and we hopped aboard.
Unfortunately our relief was short lived, as the guy started to explain that he'd been up all night and nicked the canoes from his previous employer. It wasn't long before he started nodding off at the wheel, and kept swerving into the hard shoulder or the middle lane (we were on the motorway) lots of horn honking from cars that we nearly collided with.
A few miles further was some roadworks, the only lane open was the fast lane next to the crash barrier, my mate and I looked at each other with a kind of "oh my god we're going to crash" look. Sure enough he couldn't keep the vehicle in the single lane and we started running over the traffic cones, luckily we made it though and a motorway service station turn off was approaching, we persuaded him to pull over and get some coffee.
We decided not to carry on the journey in his company.
( , Sat 9 Sep 2006, 14:15, Reply)
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