Worst night out ?
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cathyjc
Thru Hiker
Mostly you are too busy feeling ill and doing what needs done .......
PS. Hubby reminds me about the Roraima incident from time to time I think it is deeply embeded in his memory too
Fossil Bluff
Thru Hiker
PPPS - That makes two of us (at least).
kvragu
Ultralighter
Probably best stay at home too just to be sure.
rikdon
Summit Camper
Who spent the most time in therapy, you or your husband?I suppose I'd better add my 'incidents" too.
The worst that come to mind involve camping with diarrhoea - and no WC available.
A long time ago I was overlanding in Africa. We had a bbq goat 'with germs' and shortly after I ended up with a serious case of the trots and felt very ill.
The police confiscated our truck as we had none of the correct documents. We'd entered Niger in the desert - the border post was a mud hut in the desert miles from anywhere - insurance docs were just not available for purchase. So no truck = no tents = nowhere to sleep. The nearest "hotel" was a K away - god knows how I walked that far ( even propped up between a couple of others). The hotel room was a bare concrete box - no door, no windows, no facilities and lots dirty matresses on the floor. Going to the loo was finding my way around the back of the building and pushing the tethered donkeys out of the way whilst I could barely stand up. I should add that as in most of Africa at that time the local hotel doubled as the brothel .....
But the worst incidence was about 10 yrs ago in Venezuela. We'd (family) organised a hiking trip up Mount Roraima. The standard route takes 5 days and there are set camping places. Everything has to be carried out including your number 2's. Our guide and porters brought a camping potty but forgot the surround so we were "on show". Nobody warned us we'd chosen a holiday w/e and there were hundreds of others doing the trek - Uuurgh.
All went well until just before dawn on the last night when I started feeling unwell. I needed to exit the tent in haste BUT ...... we were in a very old Hilleberg Jannu and the zip only opened from the bottom (top sewn up). Bending over that low (check out the Jannu), when you are desperately trying to "hold it in" doesn't work
(I had knickers on, fortunately).
I stumbled to the potty which was set up in a wide open area in view of the whole camp. It was hot and I'd only been wearing those knickers and I didn't dare move from the potty. I sat there over an hour whilst the whole campsite woke up and trailed past me to the river Embarassment doesn't really cover it - my only consolation is I'd never see any of those people ever again.
Taz38
Thru Hiker
Had a some really miserable nights sleeping out with cr@p gear in my younger years, I seem to have erased the detailed memories from my brain thankfully.
I do remember bivying in a 'haunted' forest with friends, none of us slept well, there was thunder and lightning (to set the mood), screaming (deer/fox/maniac?), rustling, snapping twigs, the sound of a banjo (just kidding).
I do remember bivying in a 'haunted' forest with friends, none of us slept well, there was thunder and lightning (to set the mood), screaming (deer/fox/maniac?), rustling, snapping twigs, the sound of a banjo (just kidding).
Heltrekker
Section Hiker
I suppose I'd better add my 'incidents" too
The worst that come to mind involve camping with diarrhoea - and no WC available
A long time ago I was overlanding in Africa. We had a bbq goat 'with germs' and shortly after I ended up with a serious case of the trots and felt very ill.
The police confiscated our truck as we had none of the correct documents. We'd entered Niger in the desert - the border post was a mud hut in the desert miles from anywhere - insurance docs were just not available for purchase. So no truck = no tents = nowhere to sleep. The nearest "hotel" was a K away - god knows how I walked that far ( even propped up between a couple of others). The hotel room was a bare concrete box - no door, no windows, no facilities and lots dirty matresses on the floor. Going to the loo was finding my way around the back of the building and pushing the tethered donkeys out of the way whilst I could barely stand up. I should add that as in most of Africa at that time the local hotel doubled as the brothel .....
But the worst incidence was about 10 yrs ago in Venezuela. We'd (family) organised a hiking trip up Mount Roraima. The standard route takes 5 days and there are set camping places. Everything has to be carried out including your number 2's. Our guide and porters brought a camping potty but forgot the surround so we were "on show". Nobody warned us we'd chosen a holiday w/e and there were hundreds of others doing the trek - Uuurgh.
All went well until just before dawn on the last night when I started feeling unwell. I needed to exit the tent in haste BUT ...... we were in a very old Hilleberg Jannu and the zip only opened from the bottom (top sewn up). Bending over that low (check out the Jannu
I stumbled to the potty which was set up in a wide open area in view of the whole camp. It was hot and I'd only been wearing those knickers and I didn't dare move from the potty. I sat there over an hour whilst the whole campsite woke up and trailed past me to the river Embarassment doesn't really cover it - my only consolation is I'd never see any of those people ever again.
There is definitely a theme developing of bad botty moments....
gixer
Thru Hiker
I suppose I'd better add my 'incidents" too
The worst that come to mind involve camping with diarrhoea - and no WC available
A long time ago I was overlanding in Africa. We had a bbq goat 'with germs' and shortly after I ended up with a serious case of the trots and felt very ill.
The police confiscated our truck as we had none of the correct documents. We'd entered Niger in the desert - the border post was a mud hut in the desert miles from anywhere - insurance docs were just not available for purchase. So no truck = no tents = nowhere to sleep. The nearest "hotel" was a K away - god knows how I walked that far ( even propped up between a couple of others). The hotel room was a bare concrete box - no door, no windows, no facilities and lots dirty matresses on the floor. Going to the loo was finding my way around the back of the building and pushing the tethered donkeys out of the way whilst I could barely stand up. I should add that as in most of Africa at that time the local hotel doubled as the brothel .....
But the worst incidence was about 10 yrs ago in Venezuela. We'd (family) organised a hiking trip up Mount Roraima. The standard route takes 5 days and there are set camping places. Everything has to be carried out including your number 2's. Our guide and porters brought a camping potty but forgot the surround so we were "on show". Nobody warned us we'd chosen a holiday w/e and there were hundreds of others doing the trek - Uuurgh.
All went well until just before dawn on the last night when I started feeling unwell. I needed to exit the tent in haste BUT ...... we were in a very old Hilleberg Jannu and the zip only opened from the bottom (top sewn up). Bending over that low (check out the Jannu
I stumbled to the potty which was set up in a wide open area in view of the whole camp. It was hot and I'd only been wearing those knickers and I didn't dare move from the potty. I sat there over an hour whilst the whole campsite woke up and trailed past me to the river Embarassment doesn't really cover it - my only consolation is I'd never see any of those people ever again.
Reminds me of a holiday with a girlfriend in my youth, dodgy food, too much drink and other stuff
Doesn't affect me too much, seem to pick up any bug going around but have a stomach of steel to counter that
She didn't
Very similar experience only in a hotel room and she was wearing a G-string, she bent under the bed to retrieve her flip flops
I guess her arse was pretty symmetrical a it Bifurcated into 2 streams
One of those can't look, but can't not look and wonder how is that possible
cathyjc
Thru Hiker
I remember a night in a pension in Santiago de Compostela (walls as thin as paper) when we were engaged. We'd both eaten some "fermented" cheese and were taking it in turns to vomit down the loo - the whole establishment must have known what was going on. Stale, flat, warm Coke Cola is a great emetic .....
Padstowe
Thru Hiker
While one time in Venice years back I was out the back of a canal bus having a smoke & felt a bit funny in the tummy, while I thought I was just going to ease one out quietly while standing I was glad that I was wearing long johns to stop what came out from running down my legs & onto the floor. I waddled off the boat at the next stop to some funny looks from other passengers. 
cathyjc
Thru Hiker
While one time in Venice years back I was out the back of a canal bus having a smoke & felt a bit funny in the tummy, while I thought I was just going to ease one out quietly while standing I was glad that I was wearing long johns to stop what came out from running down my legs & onto the floor. I waddled off the boat at the next stop to some funny looks from other passengers.
The fart that wasn't - LOL
Odd Man
Thru Hiker
Happiness is a dry fart.
gixer
Thru Hiker
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Padstowe
Thru Hiker
Learning not to spend two weeks drunk day & night on cheap red wine at carnival is another skill for some
Especially after a re-hydrated curry.
Taz38
Thru Hiker
Very true, especially when you only packed one spare pair of undies (or worse none).
Happened on my first day of a 5 day trip, made a detour to a public toilet but didn't quite make it.
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This is not a worst night out story but is pretty gross. When I was thirteen I went on a school cruise. We docked at Malaga and took a coach journey inland to visit Granada and the Alhambra (which was fantastic). The coach trip out was ok because it was cool in the morning but the trip back in the afternoon was stultifyingly hot in a coach with no air conditioning plus the road was pretty twisty. Not surprisingly, some boys felt quite sick. However there was only one large communal sick sack at the front of the coach. You had to rush up to front and vomit into a large paper sack. Needless to say, it wasn’t up to the job and after a while the bottom got soaked and started to split leaking the contents onto the floor of the coach. Going up and down hills, there was a river of puke going up and down the floor of the coach. You had to keep you feet clear of the floor so your shoes didn’t get covered 
