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Sophia
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Gnads wrote on Jan 11 th, 2025 at 7:09am: Frank wrote on Jan 10 th, 2025 at 10:07am: Sophia wrote on Jan 9 th, 2025 at 8:30pm: I believe he was genuinely lost. Seeing him now on tv walking uphill with hikers that found him… he was weary, thin, and 2 hikers helped him walk uphill.
I said to hubby that a couple factors would help him survive… he’s young and obviously fit from being a hiker and, he’s educated as a doctor to know what helps to stay alive as long as possible.
Yes the body can survive without food but not without water.
I think he may have become disorientated as he said to the rescue hikers something about being 8 days…the hiker showed him the date on her phone and said it’s actually been 13 days!
And trust me… as a photographer absorbed in surrounds to take photos… I know how easily lost one can get.
Dr Mosley died within a few hours of going for a walk in Greece. He wasn't an experienced hiker - he was out in extreme heat without water. Yes but… did you see the music clip Frank put up… very very apt! Here are the lyrics! In tropical climes, there are certain times of day
When all the citizens retire to tear their clothes off and perspire
It's one of those rules that the greatest fools obey
Because the sun is much too sultry and one must avoid its ultry-violet ray
Pap it like a-, pap it like a-, pap it like a bull, that's native
Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it do
The native grieve when the white men leave their huts
Because they're obviously definitely nuts!
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The Japanese don't care to
The Chinese wouldn't dare to
Hindoos and Argentines sleep firmly from 12 to one
But Englishmen detest a siesta
In the Philippines, there are lovely screens to protect you from the glare
In the Malay States, there are hats like plates which the Britishers won't wear
At 12 noon, the natives swoon and no further work is done
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
Oh, it's such a surprise for the Eastern eyes to see
That though the English are effete, they're quite impervious to heat
When the white man rides, every native hides in glee
Because the simple creatures hope he will impale his solar topee on a tree
Hop in the-, hop in the-, hop in the-, hop in the hut
This ain't native, pay no attention
Dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it, dig it out
It seems such a shame when the English claim the earth
That they give rise to such hilarity and mirth
Hahahahaha, oh, dear
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The smallest Malay rabbit deplores this foolish habit in Hong Kong
They strike a gong and fire off a noonday gun
To reprimand each inmate who's in late
In a jungle town where the sun beats down to the rage of man and beast
The English garb of the English sahib merely gets a bit more creased
In Bangkok at twelve o'clock, they foam at the mouth and run
But mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun
The toughest Burmese bandit can never understand it
In Rangoon, the heat of noon is just what the natives shun
They put their Scotch or Rye down, lie down
In the mangrove swamps where the python romps
There is peace from 12 'til two
Even caribous lie around and snooze
For there's nothing else to do
In Bengal to move at all
Is seldom, if ever done
But mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday
Out in the midday sun
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