Anonymous wrote:Got lost on a 3 day hike with boyfriend (now DH) in remote part of South America. Unstable steep scrambling in gorge with glacial melt raging below. Thought we might die. I was exhausted and clinging to a rock so he went ahead for 5 mins to see if he could see a path out. Two hours later, it was almost dark and he had not returned. Thought he had fallen and was either dead or badly hurt. Backtracked to try and find a small clearing for my tent, thinking that in the morning I would have to attempt to find my own way out of the ravine and then find rescuers. In the darkness, he suddenly emerged from the opposite direction. He got lost. The fallen trees and scrub were so thick he couldn’t find me and the roar of the water below meant we could not hear each other when calling out. A couple of hairy moments the next day, but we eventually got out.
Anonymous wrote:Got myself into a scary situation leaving the airport in Santiago, Chile. Not sure exactly what happened, but somehow two men got me in a sketchy cab and took my money. Fortunately I was able to phone a friend who lived there, who called the police, who said they would track me. The driver realized what was going on, took me back to the airport, and somehow I managed to negotiate with them in broken Spanish to return all my money. It worked out, but in retrospect it could have gone really badly.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:As a child, my parents took us on a trip to Colombia, South America where my American grandfather was living with his second wife. At some point after dinner there was a big family dispute when my mom found out her dad had been shacking up with the girlfriend (now wife) while her parents were married. I cowered in the corner as voices were raised. Eventually, everyone went to bed very, very late so that we missed our outbound plane the next morning. That plane took off and crashed into mountains. Everyone at home who had our itinerary thought we had died. It was quite a trip.
Now that is quite the story! Was it this flight?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Avianca_Flight_410
That is an insane story. I think I'd feel like God had chosen me for something special to have everyone oversleep like that.
It wasn't your time. There was, or is, something you need to accomplish.
I've posted about this here before, but my mom's best friend (and my Godmother) had a ticket to the Air Florida flight that hit the 14th street bridge. She was stuck in traffic (snow) and begged to be let on at the gate but the just denied her.
Then, 20 years later, she had a flight to go see her son in LA. She once again got stuck in traffic and missed her flight despite once again begging to be allowed on.
That plane hit the Pentagon on September 11th.
OMG! What are the chances of this happening twice? Crazy.
Anonymous wrote:Got lost on a 3 day hike with boyfriend (now DH) in remote part of South America. Unstable steep scrambling in gorge with glacial melt raging below. Thought we might die. I was exhausted and clinging to a rock so he went ahead for 5 mins to see if he could see a path out. Two hours later, it was almost dark and he had not returned. Thought he had fallen and was either dead or badly hurt. Backtracked to try and find a small clearing for my tent, thinking that in the morning I would have to attempt to find my own way out of the ravine and then find rescuers. In the darkness, he suddenly emerged from the opposite direction. He got lost. The fallen trees and scrub were so thick he couldn’t find me and the roar of the water below meant we could not hear each other when calling out. A couple of hairy moments the next day, but we eventually got out.
Anonymous wrote:First (and only!) cruise ever. We were on a small ship (about 150 passengers) sailing from Panama to Costa Rica over Christmas. First thing that went wrong is we had some rough weather, and I discovered I get horribly sea sick. Then the morning of the third day of our trip our boat hit a reef and started taking on water. It was very much like being on the Titanic; we felt the jolt, but the crew pretended nothing was wrong. They sent us on an excursion to an island that was a nature preserve, and when we returned from our hike the ship was obviously listing to one side. At that point they told us the ship was sinking and we couldn’t get back on. We were literally stranded on an uninhabited tropical island! The first rescue ship came that night, but it only had room for passengers in the most expensive staterooms. The next rescue ship came after midnight, which is the one we got on. We were lucky our family could all crowd into an empty cabin. (The crew had to stay overnight on the island.) Then they took us to Costa Rica and flew us home. We got home Christmas Eve to no tree and no presents, since the cruise was the present. But we got a full refund and now we have a good story!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Got lost on a 3 day hike with boyfriend (now DH) in remote part of South America. Unstable steep scrambling in gorge with glacial melt raging below. Thought we might die. I was exhausted and clinging to a rock so he went ahead for 5 mins to see if he could see a path out. Two hours later, it was almost dark and he had not returned. Thought he had fallen and was either dead or badly hurt. Backtracked to try and find a small clearing for my tent, thinking that in the morning I would have to attempt to find my own way out of the ravine and then find rescuers. In the darkness, he suddenly emerged from the opposite direction. He got lost. The fallen trees and scrub were so thick he couldn’t find me and the roar of the water below meant we could not hear each other when calling out. A couple of hairy moments the next day, but we eventually got out.
Incredible!
Anonymous wrote:Got lost on a 3 day hike with boyfriend (now DH) in remote part of South America. Unstable steep scrambling in gorge with glacial melt raging below. Thought we might die. I was exhausted and clinging to a rock so he went ahead for 5 mins to see if he could see a path out. Two hours later, it was almost dark and he had not returned. Thought he had fallen and was either dead or badly hurt. Backtracked to try and find a small clearing for my tent, thinking that in the morning I would have to attempt to find my own way out of the ravine and then find rescuers. In the darkness, he suddenly emerged from the opposite direction. He got lost. The fallen trees and scrub were so thick he couldn’t find me and the roar of the water below meant we could not hear each other when calling out. A couple of hairy moments the next day, but we eventually got out.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:These stories are good reminders why I never travel to third world countries. I would never have gone to Cameroon to begin with.
Same. I don't get the appeal!
Anonymous wrote:These stories are good reminders why I never travel to third world countries. I would never have gone to Cameroon to begin with.