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would 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
bergens. Max was the Mr. Gadget Man. He had everything dangling off him.
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.