What's your BEST back packing story?

Not the best story of all time (Brian Denehy might play me in the movie
adaptation) but in 2003, just after landing in Hong Kong in the height
of a SARS "crisis" ...

So there I was, in bits with a headcold/chest infection ... which was
starting to cause a minor asthma attack ... walking through customs
coughing and spluttering after handing in the health decleration to say
I hadnt any SARS symptons.

All of a sudden a uniformed soilder hops up and points a gun to the side of
my head!!

Turned out that it was just a thermometer gun to check my temp!

Of course all I saw was a soilder taking out a gun and making a bee line for me! Needless to say I almost filled the pants!

Actually, the more I think of it, thats not a great story at all.

Sorry about that!

I was going to see my wife in LA in at Christmas at her work party in a skyscraper in Century City, and it turned out the building was being hi-jacked by a group of German terrorists. I took them on one-by-one, and ended up throwing the leader out the window and saving the day. Made friends with a nice police man called Al aswell. Oh no, wait...that was some other guy

My bestest backpacker story...

I was in this pub in the middle of nowhere (Herbertstown, I think) and a smelly apple eating backpacker came in asking for directions, so one of the locals beat him with a pool cue till he got detached retinas...

True story

Degsy wrote:

Was driving along one day on the road to Kinsale when i saw a backpacker holding up a sign for Cork.It was a hot day and there was a long way to go so i pulled over,once the bloke was in the car i pulled out a gun,drove him to a remote location,shot him and buried him in some nettles,i then sold his packpack in a local pub for the price of a cornish pasty and a pint.
There you have it..a backpacker story with a happy ending!!:D

Beautiful Degsy, just beautiful.

If I was a real bad person* I would say that this was a good backpacker story.





* But I'm not, so I won't.

Snickers Man wrote:

Hey, good link, Gimp. No wonder you've never been backpacking. You probably wouldn't know a zipper from a granny knot.

"Oh like, sod this packing lark. I'll just get mumsie to Fed-Ex my gear where I'm going. Oh and Mumsie, please try not to get my best Hugo Boss jacket creased"

You're heading towards personal abuse there Snicky. If backpacking is so dear to you - take a hike.

two short but true stories:

travelling through Laos with my wife, we need to get from A to B. Two buses leave in the morning. One at 4am and one at 7am. We decide to go for the 7am as 4 seems a bit early for us. 3 hours into the journey, we stop in a village and stay there, wondering what's going on after we've been there for half an hour. someone explains there's been some kind of incident in a bus ahead of us. when we finally leave, ten minutes down the road, we finally see what the incident was: the 4 am bus had been attacked, all the passengers killed and the bus had been set alight. As we pass the smoking remains of the bus, 30 charred corpses have been lined up on the ground.

other one: arriving in colombia by the southern border at around 7pm after a gruelling days travel. We try to get onto the next bus out of there to get to san agustin but the guy at the bus terminal says no foreigners allowed on the bus after dark because there have been too many hijackings, and when there are foreigners, they often kill a few people. result is we have to stay in this nice dodgy border town for the night. we find a crappy hotel, go out for food at the local market and head back for a nice sleep. We're woken up a couple of hours later by a woman screaming. we go in the corridor to check what's going on, and we see a man with a machette, covered in blood run down the stairs.we go back to our room, and five minutes later, police arrive, 10 minutes later, we hear them shovelling sand upstairs. We found out the next day, the woman was a prostitute and the guy an unhappy client- welcome to colombia!!! (this was day 1- the rest of the time spent there was just as eventful)

shrapnel222 wrote:

two short but true stories:

travelling through Laos with my wife, we need to get from A to B. Two buses leave in the morning. One at 4am and one at 7am. We decide to go for the 7am as 4 seems a bit early for us. 3 hours into the journey, we stop in a village and stay there, wondering what's going on after we've been there for half an hour. someone explains there's been some kind of incident in a bus ahead of us. when we finally leave, ten minutes down the road, we finally see what the incident was: the 4 am bus had been attacked, all the passengers killed and the bus had been set alight. As we pass the smoking remains of the bus, 30 charred corpses have been lined up on the ground.

but perhaps if you had got on the bus, it never would have happened