Nakedness, unconsciousness, a lack of self awareness and memory and no idea where you are. The Irish bar takes yet another unwitting victim. Sadly I have no photos of the actual fun bit, I didn't have the camera at the time.
Just a good picture of one of our campsites.
Looks pretty pro doesn't he?
Oh shite. Again.
No worries, we'll get the winch out. Again.
Why shouldn't you choose a campsite at 2am? Because you tend to wake up surrounded by bulls of course.
Washing the muck off the underside of the Landy, the Mongolian way.
Arc welding with sunglasses. You know when someone is a professional welder when they can look straight at the spark and not get any more blind.