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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Never Travel With Family...Just to set the scene…
Aarhus, Denmark, 1996. A 16-year-old Devil-In-Tights, Mum, Stepdad and Grandparents.
In a Peugeot 406.
We’d gone over for some family birthday or other (although why my Grandparents were there is anyone’s guess, as I am the Demon Seed from the ‘foreign’ side of the family), and there was the not entirely mouth-watering prospect of a 3 hour car journey to Esbjerg.
In the Peugeot. With me trapped between the Grandparents in the back. With a total incompetent driving. 3 hours turned in 6 hours, punctuated with toilet stops, roadside picnics (to the tune of fervent prayers to whatever Deity may have been passing to please, please make it all end), and endless Werther’s Originals.
I don’t know if the holiday counts as part of the journey, but cue a pair of octogenarians demanding I translate what the (very polite) young lady at the bar had just said (insisting she had been insulting), speaking in very loud, very slow voices and making us drive to bloody GERMANY to see a town that had the same name as the Village they live in.
On the plane ride home my Grandmother freaked out because the pilot ‘wasn’t English’. (Then again, this is the same woman who, on her first ever plane ride (circa 1980), started screaming “THE PLANE’S BROKEN!!” when the flaps dropped as the plane came in to land.)
Length? It’s my first time, I don’t know what I’m doing… ;o)
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Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Tue 12 Sep 2006, 11:16,
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