All time scariest : Blatting along on my motorbike in the faaar North of India, when, upon coming upon a few bits of wood and a metal pole in the road, decided to accelerate around said obstacle and continue on my way.
2km, further coming accross another 'border control post' (for that is what it was) with about 12 soldiers all pointing loaded guns at me and shouting at me to stop. In Urdu.
Yup. I'd whizzed past the Indian border control, who were sleeping, and arrived 'unofficially' in Pakistan.
T'was a bit hectic for a bit. Lots of shouting and pushing and weapon brandishing. But then after a cup of tea and a smoke, it all calmed down a bit and we chatted about Bollywood movies and cricket until the Indians sent a officer type in a jeep to come and escort me from the border.
May not sound real scary to you, but it was tense times in that area, and a lot of shooting was going on between the pakistanis and indians. It really was a stroke o' luck no-one pulled a trigger....
most recent...
Surfing the other day on some waves that really were a bit too big for me. Got dumped heavily on take-off and then got held down just long enough to start seeing stars....Sphincter control in big surf is a talent that you learn early on tho....
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