What Were Your Strangest, Wackiest, Most Unusual Travel Assignments? Posted by David Paul Appell on July 22, 2009 at 10:17pm Most of us have at one point or another taken an assignment or two that've made us think, "I can't believe I'm doing this." Do share! You need to be a member of Tripatini to add comments! Join Tripatini Tags: travel articles, travel humor, travel journalists, travel writers Email me when people reply – Follow
karen Fawcett said:
This is not a funny story. Sorry.
Mary Alice Kellogg said:
The island was just that -- a barren rock with no vegetation or facilities of any kind. But it was land. Under cloudy skies the beverages were unloaded first, then the "food." We were instructed to explore the rock for an hour, and to bring back any firewood to cook our lunch. (Oh, and watch out for the snakes! And would you like to take a beer with you on your adventure? Oy!) After an hour, we had gathered the only burn-able stuff we could find, four handfulls of finger-sized twigs, evidently blown there years before from somewhere in Siberia.
Our hosts and boat "crew" were deep into the Finnish Chicken Soup (ie: Finlandia vodka) on our return, and promptly set about taking the twigs to make a fire to cook our hot dogs. The resulting blaze was enough to warm the end of one hot dog, then ... nothing. We ate raw hot dogs under the disapproving gaze of our hosts, who couldn't understand why we weren't making a dent in the alcohol they had lugged ashore. (While they were speaking their indicipherable native tongue, I'm sure I heard the words "American" and "wuss" in the same sentence.) Thus passed our jolly picnic. Thank God for the rain that began to pelt down!
I will spare my colleagues details of the treacherous boatride back, save to tell you all that at one particularly dark moment I promised God that if I lived, I'd become a nun. The crew was snockered and the second mate kept trying to grope our government escort, an attractive woman who kept telling us "This is why I don't date Finnish men."
The "gift" in all this -- aside from the fact we lived -- was that I can now say in all confidence that the Finns win the drinking-all-others-under-the-table award. And that includes the Russians. I wrote about saunas, but never revealed our Dark Day On The Rock. Until now.
Mary Alice Kellogg
Bob Ecker said:
One funny part (that did not make it into my story) was that insted of sleeping in my friend's van as expected, I had to sleep in my Mazda Miata. (Tiny two-seater) It turns out he picked up someone and I was squished into my little car for a few cold nights. Not very comfortable. Burning Man was amazing but I finally had to leave to deliver my story to the Oakland Tribune. As I prepared to leave "The Playa" at around 11:00 PM, what should appear but a gigantic meteor streaking across the black Nevada sky. It was huge and left a trail of fire in the heavens. The crowd roared! It was the largest meteor I had, or have ever seen in my life. After a long, tough drive down from Gerlach, to Reno, over the Sierra and back to the Bay Area, I was able to deliver my film (film!) for processing in Oakland, then, race home to write my story. I was dead tired but still buzzing with impressions. The story was well received.
I now publish it as an "evergreen" year in year out. Here's the link to my story if interested:
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