Base Camp - Searching for an Alm (Abridged) (Olly's Pissed Rant)
Olly Madge
Once upon a time two cavers got pissed. "Wouldn't it be a good
idea to walk up a hill which we have no idea where it is or what
it's called?" said Mark. "Um. Gurgle gurgle hic hic" said Olly. And
it came to pass that we did awake the next morning ato the scorch
of the sun and the scurry of ants, and after recovering from the
previous night's excesses we needed something to take our minds off
the dawning headaches. And with a vague recollection of the
previous night's conversation, a compass bearing and a map kindly
lent by Hilde we set off on what would become an epic journey (and
writeup - see previous). Caving is shit. Getting lost in a wood is
worse. We walked for fucking ages, took a few pictures and buggered
off into the fading light. It got dark. Fucking light.
Bollocks. We got lost. Mark had locked our potential rescuers out
of the spud hut. Bollocks! But we finally made it. (You probably
guessed, dead people rarely write pissed rants in the log book.)
Gösser is good stuff. Drink more! 2 crates and less than 2 days.
Well, I've done my bit tonight. Wonder what comments Mark will make
to this. Winning the beer tally (Mark) bastard! On the spot Gösser
fines for limo aren't clearing it fast enough. This was supposed to
be abridged and it fucking is! Stop complaining you cunts. Mark's
is fucking pages long. You could have stopped reading it if you
were bored. Frank goes to bed. Fucking lightweight. Gösser
braumeister says fuck off!