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 three weeks in the UkraineAs a precocious 15-year-old, I went to visit some relatives in Ukraine on what promised to be a lovely three weeks. By the end of Day 1, I was barely able to breathe, coughing up phlegm and constantly sneezing. By the end of the first week, I was only alive in theory.
So off to hopsital! But no tourist hospital for me; my dear relatives insisted I use the local one. Thus I was registered - where's my father? Oh... um, away fighting in Chechnya. And thence to the cockroach-infested wards.
Two weeks and 24 (!) injections of novocaine later, I arrived back at Heathrow, and practically did that Pope-kissing-ground thing.
Of course, as the UK doctor explained, it wasn't pneumonia at all. I was allergic to the family cat. Figures.
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pidg, Sat 9 Sep 2006, 18:59,
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