Your most embarrassing/funny 4x4/camping moment

[LesseW]

For a hot water bidet.

[grips]

Doing a Namib trip in 2011 from Lüderitz to Walvis. There were clear instructions about taking a veldtie. You were not allowed to leave toilet paper behind. Used toilet paper needed to go into a plastic bag and then into a garbage bag.

On the second day of our trip I needed to do the thing at around 4 AM. In my rush I forget the plastic bag to recover the used toilet paper. So I decided
to dig a deep hole and leave the toilet paper behind.

While the group had breakfast a Jackal cam running past dragging a length of toilet paper for everyone to see. The tour guide were not impressed.
Bliksemse Jakkals!!!!

[Apocalypse]

Was actually having a laugh with Heinz the other day about my posted report on my new (at the time) Metalian.

It was very tongue in cheek response to another client who had whined about a couple of minor issues on his and made a mountain out of a molehill.

Basically, it revolved around a squeaky leg under the Metalian that alerted all and sundry to the stroke frequency occurring in the tent.

Squeak Squeak Squeak... squeaksqueaksqueaksqueak!!!

[Apocalypse]

the other one is not so much camping as just out in the woestyn.


We fly into Walvis bay to do a recce for a Commercial .I wasn't chuffed as I know what Namibian sand is like and how to build cars for them and I was under serious pressure to build the cars. but the clients needed some reassurance.

We land, and the Clients decide they are hungry and we should eat at the airport. I mean, FFS. Walvis bay Airport? Hardly a fine dining experience. Anyway, I get a sandwich or whatever. there are 100 decent restaurants 20 minutes away, but no, a flipping nasty airport sandwich. Ill advised.

We are collected at the Airport by the Location scouts and off we go to look at the sand dunes, which look exactly like sand dunes.

The first warning 'Groink' hit me about half way down the back road between Walvis and Swakop. I'm in a car with the clients and the Producer.

we stop, look at sand. The sand continues to be the same consistency it has been for as long as I've been going there. My work is done. They are actually looking for a location on a road for the end of the commercial which I don't need to be around for.

I'm starting to sweat and the stomach cramps are making it hard to smile.

'Maybe you should drop me at the hotel?"

Nope. Off to Goanicontas.

I ask the location scout for the roll of emergency bog roll that EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO TRAVELS IN AFRICA KEEPS IN THE GLOVE BOX.

EVERY SINGLE PERSON. right?

wrong. this ponce has no bog roll in the Glove box.

I mean.....

Anyway, It's not saying in, the sweat is pissing off me and I can't stand up from the stomach cramps. I bail over a sand dune and just manage to drop my rods before the inevitable.

It wasn't an event that the entire crew could miss.

I came back without my underwear.

We didn't use that dune as a location.

[grips]

Was actually having a laugh with Heinz the other day about my posted report on my new (at the time) Metalian.

It was very tongue in cheek response to another client who had whined about a couple of minor issues on his and made a mountain out of a molehill.

Basically, it revolved around a squeaky leg under the Metalian that alerted all and sundry to the stroke frequency occurring in the tent.

Squeak Squeak Squeak... squeaksqueaksqueaksqueak!!!

Manny had banging locks on his off road trailerThe Explorer Off road caravan I owned the sloshing water tank were the give away

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[grips]

the other one is not so much camping as just out in the woestyn.


We fly into Walvis bay to do a recce for a Commercial .I wasn't chuffed as I know what Namibian sand is like and how to build cars for them and I was under serious pressure to build the cars. but the clients needed some reassurance.

We land, and the Clients decide they are hungry and we should eat at the airport. I mean, FFS. Walvis bay Airport? Hardly a fine dining experience. Anyway, I get a sandwich or whatever. there are 100 decent restaurants 20 minutes away, but no, a flipping nasty airport sandwich. Ill advised.

We are collected at the Airport by the Location scouts and off we go to look at the sand dunes, which look exactly like sand dunes.

The first warning 'Groink' hit me about half way down the back road between Walvis and Swakop. I'm in a car with the clients and the Producer.

we stop, look at sand. The sand continues to be the same consistency it has been for as long as I've been going there. My work is done. They are actually looking for a location on a road for the end of the commercial which I don't need to be around for.

I'm starting to sweat and the stomach cramps are making it hard to smile.

'Maybe you should drop me at the hotel?"

Nope. Off to Goanicontas.

I ask the location scout for the roll of emergency bog roll that EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO TRAVELS IN AFRICA KEEPS IN THE GLOVE BOX.

EVERY SINGLE PERSON. right?

wrong. this ponce has no bog roll in the Glove box.

I mean.....

Anyway, It's not saying in, the sweat is pissing off me and I can't stand up from the stomach cramps. I bail over a sand dune and just manage to drop my rods before the inevitable.

It wasn't an event that the entire crew could miss.

I came back without my underwear.

We didn't use that dune as a location.

'n Drol trek die grootste en sterkte ou plat

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[Ricof4e]

Doing a Namib trip in 2011 from Lüderitz to Walvis. There were clear instructions about taking a veldtie. You were not allowed to leave toilet paper behind. Used toilet paper needed to go into a plastic bag and then into a garbage bag.

On the second day of our trip I needed to do the thing at around 4 AM. In my rush I forget the plastic bag to recover the used toilet paper. So I decided
to dig a deep hole and leave the toilet paper behind.

While the group had breakfast a Jackal cam running past dragging a length of toilet paper for everyone to see. The tour guide were not impressed.
Bliksemse Jakkals!!!!

When we were still in primary school, one of my brothers overindulged in some green grapes. Between Otjiwarongo and Otavi the effects started to catch up with him - we were driving in the cab of my dad's old Mazda. After pleading with my father, he pulled over next to an ant hill so that my brother can have the dump of all dumps.

He squatted behind the ant hill and suddenly we heard the train coming in the distance - but Pieter was not done yet. He decided to take the humiliation - rather let stranger see you squatting than pooping your pants in front of your brothers.

As fate would have it, the train carries a lot of passengers that day - at least 30 carts, but the best of it all was, at some stage the bog roll rolled down the ant hill and the next thing we saw my brother started waddling after it, pants around his ankles, with a small poep every second step

[Apocalypse]

Doing a Namib trip in 2011 from Lüderitz to Walvis. There were clear instructions about taking a veldtie. You were not allowed to leave toilet paper behind. Used toilet paper needed to go into a plastic bag and then into a garbage bag.

On the second day of our trip I needed to do the thing at around 4 AM. In my rush I forget the plastic bag to recover the used toilet paper. So I decided
to dig a deep hole and leave the toilet paper behind.

While the group had breakfast a Jackal cam running past dragging a length of toilet paper for everyone to see. The tour guide were not impressed.
Bliksemse Jakkals!!!!

When we were still in primary school, one of my brothers overindulged in some green grapes. Between Otjiwarongo and Otavi the effects started to catch up with him - we were driving in the cab of my dad's old Mazda. After pleading with my father, he pulled over next to an ant hill so that my brother can have the dump of all dumps.

He squatted behind the ant hill and suddenly we heard the train coming in the distance - but Pieter was not done yet. He decided to take the humiliation - rather let stranger see you squatting than pooping your pants in front of your brothers.

As fate would have it, the train carries a lot of passengers that day - at least 30 carts, but the best of it all was, at some stage the bog roll rolled down the ant hill and the next thing we saw my brother started waddling after it, pants around his ankles, with a small poep every second step

Why is it always poop stories that are the funniest!!

[Ricof4e]

Apoc, I generally find that most poop jokes stink and it leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

[Mike Nel]

the other one is not so much camping as just out in the woestyn.


We fly into Walvis bay to do a recce for a Commercial .I wasn't chuffed as I know what Namibian sand is like and how to build cars for them and I was under serious pressure to build the cars. but the clients needed some reassurance.

We land, and the Clients decide they are hungry and we should eat at the airport. I mean, FFS. Walvis bay Airport? Hardly a fine dining experience. Anyway, I get a sandwich or whatever. there are 100 decent restaurants 20 minutes away, but no, a flipping nasty airport sandwich. Ill advised.

We are collected at the Airport by the Location scouts and off we go to look at the sand dunes, which look exactly like sand dunes.

The first warning 'Groink' hit me about half way down the back road between Walvis and Swakop. I'm in a car with the clients and the Producer.

we stop, look at sand. The sand continues to be the same consistency it has been for as long as I've been going there. My work is done. They are actually looking for a location on a road for the end of the commercial which I don't need to be around for.

I'm starting to sweat and the stomach cramps are making it hard to smile.

'Maybe you should drop me at the hotel?"

Nope. Off to Goanicontas.

I ask the location scout for the roll of emergency bog roll that EVERY SINGLE PERSON WHO TRAVELS IN AFRICA KEEPS IN THE GLOVE BOX.

EVERY SINGLE PERSON. right?

wrong. this ponce has no bog roll in the Glove box.

I mean.....

Anyway, It's not saying in, the sweat is pissing off me and I can't stand up from the stomach cramps. I bail over a sand dune and just manage to drop my rods before the inevitable.

It wasn't an event that the entire crew could miss.

I came back without my underwear.

We didn't use that dune as a location.

That’s kak funny