locked in the back of a uhaul, using a loaf of bread as a pillow. when the sun rose the tiny airhole in the wall became a camera obscura and i watched the sunrise uprise down while waiting for someone to unlock the truck.
Woke up in a horse drawn cart headed to some kind of military cult execution. Ended up escaping due to an unscheduled train.
Dovakhiin?
Exactly what I was thinking of 😂
I woke up in a bathtub once. The specifics are missing, but I remember someone suggested playing beer pong with tequila instead.
On a military style folding bed, without a blanket and a gas mask on.
(I was renovating my current apartment, it was 4 o’clock in the morning and there were too many particles in the air to breathe without a filter.)
On a huge trampoline with 10 friends when I was like 15.
In a pile of people on a Persian carpet outside an underground nightclub.
Inside an abandoned caravan in the middle of a forest that I was lost in.
Inside a big tyre used as a cushion for boats on a dock. In Swedish the word for being passed out from being drunk is “däckad” and the word tyre is “däck” so I was “däckad i ett däck” - “tyred in a tyre”.
Camping when a herd of very large deer passed through to wave us up after seeing bear tracks several miles back.
Also back in high school, the marching band bus on longer trips.
Back of my car in the crescent city Walmart parking lot after a Yosemite trip.
I woke up naked on a beach, under a canoe. Haven’t really drank much tequila since.
A holding cell, waiting to be processed is boring as hell. I’d highly recommend learning to sleep in the recovery position because even a solid steel bench can be comfortable if you do.
Awesome link. Thank you for sharing
Such a cool link. Thanks for sharing.
with a slight change in position (bottom) the penis is protected
Isn’t that the truth…
LOL, been there done that. The tile floor was better than the steel bench because I could get in that position. Didn’t know there was a word for that!
Lucky, the floor in mine was even smaller than the bench
Under an open sky on Antarctica
I wouldn’t say that’s weird, that’s just extremely cool. What was it like?
It was unbelievable cool, but not in a temperature way. It was a bit chilly but not that bad since it was summer. That also means no sundown so it was just a bit less light. We dug a hole in the snow to keep from the wind and with some thick sleeping bags in a waterproof bag it was quite comfy and warm.
You are very far from any real civilization (no cellphone or anything) and that is completely refreshing. You just lay there listening to remote avalanches and the ocean, haven’t slept as good as there. Untill after a short night I woke up from snow drifting into my nose and it was time to go before the weather changed.
Afterwards we took a swim in 4°C ocean water… That also sure was something :)
Edit: I’ve written a small journal with some pictures on my blog if you’re interested…
Incredible! Thanks for sharing such a unique experience
Ha no problem. They’re fond memories so it is fun to revisit and talk about :)
Pretty chill and cool I imagine
A cemetery, a dried river bed and the basement of a derelict school. All backpacking in eastern Europe.
In the aisle of a truck stop convenience store between magazine racks. Our tour bus had broken down again. It was in some midwestern town, can’t even remember the state, as this was in the late 80s. Was reading magazines on the floor to kill time and fell asleep. Fortunately the clerk didn’t care.
On the floor of a closet in a cheap hotel. With the closet door closed.
In a cattle-car using an M-16 A1 Automatic rifle to prop up my helmet, en-route to be tear-gassed.
A woman picked me up at a bar and we went back to her place.
When I woke up the next morning I was surrounded by the most Elvis paraphernalia that I have ever seen in one place.
I told her I was grabbing some coffees and just never returned.
That really makes me miss Graceland Too
My story starts the same, except I woke on the couch, butt naked, her fully dressed and her family milling around making breakfast. They were very nice people!
Rode my motorcycle to work on a Saturday to check in on my training class who had just hit the call center floor.
“Where you been shalafi?”
“Uh, it’s a story…”
Calabar, Nigeria
What’s weird about it?
Most of it. Beautiful scenery, though. And friendly people.
