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They both have so much knowledge that I don't it is hard to say. Who would I rather spend a week in the jungle with - Lofty by a mile.
Touching on an earlier post, our inspiration:
I have always wanted to get into the wild from an early age, my parents had no interest what-so-ever so I never realised my dream as a kid. The furthest I got was my tent in the back garden cooking beans (which I loved). I was also given a book for kids by Brian Hildreth, which I loved, and made my first survival tin using the book.
Then my attraction to women and then acid house clubs made me forget about my yearning for the outdoors. In my late teens I started travelling the world, and by my mid 20s I was a hippy drop-out walking about India with a cooking pot and a bed roll. Slightly spaced out I walked alone into the jungle of the western ghat mountains in southern india with a bag of rice. During the next two weeks I began to remember the longing for the wild I'd hidden deep inside. ANd when I ran out of rice, I realised that I really didn't have the first idea of how to survive. I didn't even have a compass or map.
When I came back to civilization I realised the stupidity of what I had just done, the locals thought I was mad, they didn't venture alone in the jungle and they never went in there at night... (due to animals and spirits)... I then made a promise to myself that I would learn the skills I needed to survive and travel through the same area again one day. In the last 10 years I have done and thought about little else. I have also realised danger of what I did back then, but without doing what I did i would never have found the outdoors again.
Touching on an earlier post, our inspiration:
I have always wanted to get into the wild from an early age, my parents had no interest what-so-ever so I never realised my dream as a kid. The furthest I got was my tent in the back garden cooking beans (which I loved). I was also given a book for kids by Brian Hildreth, which I loved, and made my first survival tin using the book.
Then my attraction to women and then acid house clubs made me forget about my yearning for the outdoors. In my late teens I started travelling the world, and by my mid 20s I was a hippy drop-out walking about India with a cooking pot and a bed roll. Slightly spaced out I walked alone into the jungle of the western ghat mountains in southern india with a bag of rice. During the next two weeks I began to remember the longing for the wild I'd hidden deep inside. ANd when I ran out of rice, I realised that I really didn't have the first idea of how to survive. I didn't even have a compass or map.
When I came back to civilization I realised the stupidity of what I had just done, the locals thought I was mad, they didn't venture alone in the jungle and they never went in there at night... (due to animals and spirits)... I then made a promise to myself that I would learn the skills I needed to survive and travel through the same area again one day. In the last 10 years I have done and thought about little else. I have also realised danger of what I did back then, but without doing what I did i would never have found the outdoors again.