oh shit
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too many to choose from
this year, to save me from tears,
i'll give to 11 then fuck off to bed
this year, to save me from tears,
i'll give to 11 then fuck off to bed
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I think my worst one was when I was in Futaleufu, which is pretty seriously in the middle of nowhere.
http://maps.google.com/maps?q=futal...226&spn=0.84429,2.150574&z=10&iwloc=addr&om=1
I dont know why, I normally give out shite, and get all pissed off about being forced to hang around a load of gobshites for NYE, but being completely alone, bar one or two former Israeli special service army lads, was really sad for me.
I loved being alone all the rest of the time, I like being alone a lot, but for some reason sitting in a bivvy tent, nursing two bottles of shit beer, listening to protracted conversations in Hebrew about preferred sniper rifles, the night and isolation of the south of Chile freaked me out.
ok, i'm caving and asking: how did you end up there?
(a lot of my favourite stories seem to feature 'israeli special service' at some point, although mercifully, none of my new years eves have yet.)
Caving?
Oh. I was getting excited, thinking you were going caving. In Clare and Fermanagh and things. Which is good fun, until lads out of Kevin Street start killing themselves.
Why Futaleufu? Em, so I know its a famous river, a huge grade 5, and I thought there would be loads of paddlers out there. I dunno. I had this image of something like a Chilean version of Bariloche, where I had been earlier, fancyness, pretty people wandering about, high in the Andes, a huge tanking river running through it.
(edit, I was in the area like, it wasnt as if I flew out there from Ireland specifcally...)
It wasn't like that though. It was a field. With a huge tanking river running through it.
And the ever present Israeli special forces, discussing the most disturbing shit you would've ever heard.
I think that night, one of the lads revealed he had driven a Humvee off a small cliff, and landed on top of a locals house he hadnt noticed.
Or it might have been the time one of the lads regaled me with tails of assassinating lads 1km away, with his trusty sniper rifle, at night in the desert, using sub sonic munitions and a silenced barrel.
How we laughed when he described how the lad in front of the guy he had just shot carried on his conversation for about 5 minutes, before he realised he was gone.
last year .....we watched the countdown on teletext. I hope this year is better.
on the one night where the emergency services are stretched to bits and most of the country is drunk and insane? that sounds almost suicidal enough to work! (no, bit of a claustrophobe, but i've always been curious to try it.)
Was that incident on New Years?
I just remember the incident, and the cave, and where it happened in the cave.
I had done a practice rescue in that cave a year or two before. I remember thinking "I dont want to get hurt in this cave" at the time.
I think some of the lads who were on the same rescue practice were the ones that actually died.
I am not sure how I managed not to be on that shout out. I think I should have been. It might have been as simple as I didnt have a mobile phone. I think they would have been dead fairly fast though.
Drowning in a cave is probably the winning worst NYE ever.
jesus, no, i was just playing around with visions of horror. where did it happen?
definitely wins. the prizes suck though.
I think my worst one was when I was in Futaleufu, which is pretty seriously in the middle of nowhere.
http://maps.google.com/maps?q=futal...226&spn=0.84429,2.150574&z=10&iwloc=addr&om=1
I dont know why, I normally give out shite, and get all pissed off about being forced to hang around a load of gobshites for NYE, but being completely alone, bar one or two former Israeli special service army lads, was really sad for me.
I loved being alone all the rest of the time, I like being alone a lot, but for some reason sitting in a bivvy tent, nursing two bottles of shit beer, listening to protracted conversations in Hebrew about preferred sniper rifles, the night and isolation of the south of Chile freaked me out.
In fairness dude, it sounds to me like he was talking through his arse.Or it might have been the time one of the lads regaled me with tails of assassinating lads 1km away, with his trusty sniper rifle, at night in the desert, using sub sonic munitions and a silenced barrel.
How we laughed when he described how the lad in front of the guy he had just shot carried on his conversation for about 5 minutes, before he realised he was gone.
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