I dunno. *shakes head in disbelief*. I have to hand it to you guys - you're far braver than I would be in that position. I'm claustrophobic as well as acrophobic and consider myself to be a complete wuss.
That said. Me, ereneth, and DS went hiking up a mountainside in Mpumalanga (Eastern Transvaal) late one afternoon. The trail is pretty easy going, although quite steep. ereneth tried to wade across a small river at the foot of a waterfall and found out why they call it 'soapstone'. Although he was incredibly careful, he slipped and bounced first on his forehead and then on his chin. DS started screaming when he saw all the blood pouring out of ereneth's face. I grabbed a sock and held it tight against his head (we didn't realise that half the blood was coming from his jaw, there was just too much of it). We had to first climb out of the cleft that we were in, and then walk over the mountain 2km back to the camp.
We were halfway down the mountainside when I started giggling...
I had to go ahead and warn his mother before she saw all that blood, then drive him to a bush hospital where he had 27 stitches put in his face.
So - not quite life threatening but it certainly put a scare into us.
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Date: 2003-12-01 09:48 pm (UTC)That said. Me,
We were halfway down the mountainside when I started giggling...
I had to go ahead and warn his mother before she saw all that blood, then drive him to a bush hospital where he had 27 stitches put in his face.
So - not quite life threatening but it certainly put a scare into us.