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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Krakow to Prague 1997, about half way into an interrail trip round europe
Like the train travelling pros we are we settle into our seats for an overnight journey, we've got snacks and jackets bunched up as pillows, we're ready to go.
Then a man in a hat starts trying to explain something in Polish. We eventually realise that we have to change onto another train. Well thats annoying we thought, but that was only the start.
An hour later, we're woken by a distant roar, which gets louder as we approach a station - its hundreds of football supporters, all beered up and ready to riot. Yay. The next two hours involved cowering in a compartment watching curtains and other fixtures being torn down, other passengers luggage kicked down the aisle and doors being torn off and shoved through windows.
Somehow we arrived unscathed and with our bags unmolested, possibly due to the two hard guys who were in our compartment with us (one of whom fell asleep on my shoulder, which was unnerving in itself)
On getting to prague we met a chap who was on the same train but had a proper cabin and had no idea that anything had happened at all.
( , Sun 10 Sep 2006, 13:18, Reply)
Like the train travelling pros we are we settle into our seats for an overnight journey, we've got snacks and jackets bunched up as pillows, we're ready to go.
Then a man in a hat starts trying to explain something in Polish. We eventually realise that we have to change onto another train. Well thats annoying we thought, but that was only the start.
An hour later, we're woken by a distant roar, which gets louder as we approach a station - its hundreds of football supporters, all beered up and ready to riot. Yay. The next two hours involved cowering in a compartment watching curtains and other fixtures being torn down, other passengers luggage kicked down the aisle and doors being torn off and shoved through windows.
Somehow we arrived unscathed and with our bags unmolested, possibly due to the two hard guys who were in our compartment with us (one of whom fell asleep on my shoulder, which was unnerving in itself)
On getting to prague we met a chap who was on the same train but had a proper cabin and had no idea that anything had happened at all.
( , Sun 10 Sep 2006, 13:18, Reply)
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