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Where is the worst place you have been stuck for a long time?
I don't know if it's the way you've written it, but that sounds equally horrendous and hysterically funny. . You must be one tenacious critter to carry on like that, but sounds like you enjoyed most of it. Thanks for satisfying my curiosity and glad you're here to tell the tale!Mr Quixotic said:Ah, I'm not sure where to start, to put it all in context. Let's just say that not long before I met up with a couple of American guys that I'd met on my travels, to hike the Grand Canyon, I'd been in Africa, running a temperature of over 105, which initially was thought may have been malaria, but I'd say more likely was along the lines of alcohol poisoning, considering the amount consumed on the trip!
I only knew the American guys superficially, so on the hike back up the Canyon, as everything I'd put my body through over the past couple of months caught up with me, and I started to throw up my stomach lining, and fall over every five metres, when I told them, "You guys go ahead, I just need a little rest," they said okay, and left me with about a half gallon of water.
It was only when they reached the top, about ten hours later, they realised there was no way in hell I was going to make it, so went to the Canyon Authorities. In the meantime, having ran out of water, and in my not quite clear state of mind, attempting to take a short-cut, I'd gotten well off the beaten path. I rested up overnight, and then decided to head back to where I'd found a stream bed previously. That's when I thought I'd take another short-cut, and instead of finding a way down the bank, I hung off a ledge, and dropped about ten-feet.
When I landed, I heard a 'crack', stood up, and my ankle was flopping sideways. Fortunately, the search-and-rescue teams had already been mobilised, and about eight or ten hours later, I was located, pumped full of fluids and morphine, and evacuated by Helicopter. The strange thing was I'd experienced no real pain until they arrived, then it hurt like a bitch!
Spent five days in Hospital, then rang my Mum, and her first words were, "When are you coming home?" Being stubborn Quix, my instinctive reaction to that expectation was "I'm not", so, after a few more days in a Hotel, I Amtracked it to Vancouver, and spent the next five weeks traversing the Canadian Rockies on crutches, and a foot to knee cast.
It was a fun experience, and all I can say, is thanks to whoever invented Travel Insurance