In russia,once,I was caught in a terrible snow storm,I had had my hood stuck on my head,,suddenly I felt a big shock in my arm,then my body,and I fell down,it was a FWD,the guy was going a bit too fast and he had lost controll because of the snow.He finnished rolling on my ankle.I had my face in the snow,I felt I had all my bones broken!!
Fortunately I had nothing...well,I did not walk very fast for a few weeks...
While travelling through Panama, I stopped off at a remote beach where you could hire a tent for the night. after sitting around with the staff, and a few locals for the vening, I turned in for the night, and after about two hours I heard male voices outside my tent. there were no other travellers staying here, and I got quite paranoid. Then when I heard someone trying to find the zip to my tent, I shrieked like a banshee! luckily I travel with a can of pepper spray, and speaking fluent spanish I told the intruders that I would spray the shit out of anything that came near me. Luckily the owner of the site heard me screaming, and rushed over to see what was going on, and the men run away. You can never be too careful when travelling alone.
Needless to say that I left the next morning.
My scariest moment was in Delhi, India. Three years ago, when I was 20 I thought that travelling alone to India was a brilliant idea... I'm typical scandinavian, tall, blond and very pale after a long danish winter. Needless to say, I didn't blend in very well.
On my first day I wanted to go sightseeing, everything was fine. I met another girl travelling alone at the red fort and we decided to eat together. We wanted to walk back to the hotel in the afternoon rushhour. A beggar asked me for money, I said no, he got very angry and pushed me out on the street with a tuk-tuk coming my way very fast. I jumped back quick enough and another man started yelling at the beggar. We continued walking and five minutes after a man came walking our way, he lifted his arm, as to touch his hair or something. But when he passed me hit me on the neck with his elbow and just walked on, as if nothing had happened. I was really scared, and started crying. We got a tuk-tuk back to hotel instead of walking...
I continued travelling alone for the next three months, and nothing happened to me at all... But that first day in Delhi was so scary, I'll never go to India alone again!
The foremost vivid event while travelling was the 8-hour drive along the southern coast of Turkey from Olympos. Between Alanya and Kizkalesi, the two-lane road, high above the Med, is shared with five-ton trucks that are WAY over-loaded. There is NO shoulder, NO guardrail; just the mountain and a few hundred foot drop. In the rear seat of the Ford Focus, not only was I the most car-sick I've ever been (wait, the only time), it was a blind test of faith.
Oncoming traffic, esp the five-tons, would pull into our lane when coming around blind curves. On the rare occasion the opportunity allowed us to pass, the trucks often would purposely move into our lane to prevent it. I would watch the wind rock the trucks as they turned corners. I was sure our little car would end up a tangled and fiery mass at the bottom of the sea. Somehow, my gal got us home in one piece, and for her Danica Patrick-like manuevers, I will forever be grateful.
I had a similar experience as isisshuru also in Turkey. The bus went from Antalya to Pamukkale and along the road there was nothing. No villages, no gas stations, not even goats or sheep visible in the distance. Only the occasional car wreck on the side of the road. If a car had broken down, the people had simply left it there to sit, because hauling service was not available. Neither would have been medical care, if something had happened.
The "best" thing however where the mudslides coming down frequently on the road front left and center from the bus. And that there was no one else on the road, making possible help unlikely.
Plane (Belgian - Sabena) trip from Bryssel to Nairobi (2000). Plane was shot down in Burundi. We we in Buzumbura with no money, no passport and nobody knew where we were. There was no nets in the " hotel" where they plase us for night. We could not get luggage and had no malaria medicine or enough dipers for our 2 year old. There was soldiers and tanks everywhere . Rebellious had ask in the same morning all foreigners to leave their country because of their safty but Sabena still fly to there in same evening. 2 people got wounded -but made it. Sabena lie to us about what happend .We were never compensated by Sabena even if we did lost plenty on time from our trip to Kenya and we were very badly treated by them! I will never fly with Belgians again!
Was travelling through Nepal last year and decided to do the Langtang trek. After completing the majority of the trek 2 days(Sybrubesi - Kyanjin Gompa). I decided to go back the way I came (Kyanjim Gompa - Sybrubesi). I decided to try this route alone.
I ended up getting helplessly lost (river had washed out the path), tried to cross the washed out path, only to almost loose my whole back pack in the river. To cut a long story short, 14hrs of hiking ended up getting into Sybrubesi after dark (worried that Nepali soldiers might mistaken me for a Maiost and shoot me..) wet..tired..and hungry.. Was sure that I lost about 7kg from the hike.
48hrs later was back in KTM, with a beer in hand reciting back my experiences over the phone to my mates back home.
Moral of the Story, never get over confident, never trek by yourself and stay away from Tibetan butter tea (horrid stuff..yuk..)
Crossing the Atlantic Ocean on a 300-ft sailing ship, only to run straight into the middle of Tropical Storm Delta. Took us two "rough" days of 15 foot swells between Lisbon and the Madeira Islands, only to encounter 30 foot swells and force 10 winds from Madeira - 2 days prior to arrival in St Maarten (approx 10 days)
Scenes from the Titanic kept playing through my mind....
And those creeking and groaning noises the ship made did not help....
Need I mention ANY of the doors that randomly swung open? Need it be bedroom, cabin, bathroom, fridges....
Although, when the swells crashed over the ship, all doors were forgotten as eyes turned to the windows (*insert scared sea-sick smily here*)
Fell asleep on a local bus in Cambodia. Got woken up by the locals shouting. Apparently the engine caught fire (I was sat over it) they all jumped of and left me and my mate asleep! Luckily the noise of them shouting at each other woke us up!
When I work on the inland shipping we travelled through a lot of countrys and we went out in a lot of places. In Netherlands, Belgium, Germany, Switserland and Austria we were just one of the locals who was looking for a great time. But the more east we were goning the richer we were looking compared to the locals. In citys like Bratislava, Budapest and Belgrade it wasn't a problem but in local villages/towns we allway knew to be carefull.
One time in the south of Hungary near the Yougoslavian border we went out and I was wearing a normal jeans (levis 501) and a nike shirt. After we had a great time in a local bar we went back to the ship together with 2 local girls. Just outside the bar there were standing about 5 or 6 not nice looking persons. We ignored them and walked away. Seconds later I felt a gun to my head and the girl I was walking with shouted something in hungarian. In english I asked what they wanted. My wallet and golden neckless. I turned around and a bit shocked I gave them my golden neckless and told them that they can get my money (about 50 us dollars) but not the wallet. The took it and went away. During my inland shipping time whe got sometimes in a fight with the locals but never there was a gun. After the incident I was a bit shocked but knew wearing a golden neckless is not a smart thing to do in the east countries.