"Энди Макнаб. Немедленная операция (engl) " - читать интересную книгу автораwould save our feet. Name the old wives' tale, we'd be trying it.
Some people, we heard, wrapped orthopedic tape around their heels and toes. anything was worth a try because if we started getting injuries, there wouldn't be time for them to heal. We'd just have to carry on day after day. As we learned the hard way, bugger all worked. All it took was two pairs of socks and a decent pair of boots. The inner sock was thin and the outer was a thick woolen one, and that stopped the friction rub. Every day we were trying something different to make the bergen comfortable. Johnny said, "Half a roll bed put down the back of the bergen works wonders." I tried it, and it was just uncomfortable for me. I still got bergen sores, and they were really painful. They wore me down more and more each day. We tried other precautions, including bandages strapped around the chest to protect our backs. I had tried padding out the actual straps on the bergen, but that was no good; it just wore away and rode up the masking tape. I experimented with cutting up a bit of foam roll bed, but that just used to slip along the back of it. What I found was best was simply to leave the thing alone. At the end of the day what you've got is your world stuck on your back, two straps over your shoulders, and the thing digging in. You've just got to put up with it and crack on. Then it came to drinking water. How were w'e going to get water down our necks? Did we want to have to stop every five minutes and take the bergen off? There were weird and wonderful devices coming out of people's He'd worked out that water stops robbed us of a lot of time and turned up one day with a large water bottle of the kind that cyclists use, with a long tube coming out. He'd sellotaped the tube onto the straps of his bergen, so all he had to do was put the tube in his mouth and suck it. I had tried all that, and it was all a bag of shit: It would go wrong; the piping would break or pull out of the bottle. What it boiled down to was that you had water on your belt and some more in your bergen. You drank from your belt kit water bottle, stopped to fill it up from the kit in your bergen, and off you went. None of the Heath Robinson kit worked-unfortunately. Then there was the question, How were we going to carry our map? Max had a plastic orienteering map case that hung around his neck. I tried that and found that I spent most of my time with it blowing in my face or wrapped around my neck because it was so windy up there. What was best was to put the map in a clear plastic bag and carry that in the map pocket on your leg. We tried all the energy drinks, electrolytes and such that were starting to come in. People were buying Lucozade and natural body composite drinks as if they were going out of fashion, but at the end of the day I reckoned it didn't matter what you had, as long as you had fluids down you. I still drank gallons of Lucozade, however; I loved the taste. The only thing everyone agreed on was painkillers, and plenty of Brufen to stop the swelling. I planned to throw them down my neck like a man possessed if I had to. Get rid of the pain, get rid of the swelling, and carry on. |
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