>>2492078>hiking in the southern Apennines>find a path on a cliff that is not shown on the maps>decide to take it because it seems convenient and the view from the cliff is beautiful>path keeps getting narrower but I keep going>eventually the rocky path disappears, in front of me there's just the brittle and muddy edge of the mountain>retardedly I keep going, basically crawling on the mud and holding onto the vegetation>"I can see a town underneath the mountain, surely I'll get there eventually">after a few hours of gecko-walking in the mud I realize I'm going nowhere and decide to go back>the actual trail is several meters above me and very far; can't climb back>try to climb down but it only gets steeper>there's a bit of signal from the town underneath so I sit down and try to call for rescue>takes an hour but I finally manage to call>guy I'm talking to asks me to send him my geolocation via whatsapp but I only have telegram>teach him how to install telegram while hanging on a spindly scotch broom, signal constantly falling, I yell like a mandrill whenever he makes a mistake>eventually we manage and they send a helicopter to take me>I'm saved but looking at heights makes me feel wobbly now>there's also a news article about me nowThis is a story for the hall of shame of /out/.
Picrel is the path on the cliff
