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>be traveling in Tasmania
>decide biking is a perfectly valid mode of transportation
>decide to take bus from Hobart to Eaglehawk Neck for scuba diving, then bike to Fortescue Bay campground
>25 kilometers
>sounds reasonable
>shitty rental bike with shitty borrowed panniers and my shitty-ass backpack carrying 40 lbs of shitty shit
>bee flies into my mouth and stings my inner lip while riding fully-loaded bike at high speed (didn't crash, fuck bees)
>only restaurant along my route was closed **that day only**
>12 km from highway to campground on giant hills of loose gravel with 40 lbs of poorly-distributed shit and semi-flat tires
>dark when I get there
>no tent, just a tarp, sleeping bag and a lightweight hammock I never bothered to test out before setting off
>fail to get a fire going
>fail to get hammock set up
>uncooked ramen noodles and Tim Tams for dinner
>animals in this park do not give 5/16 of a fuck, keep trying to steal my shit
>sleep on tarp on hard cold ground waking every 15 minutes to yell at possums
>next day, get a fire going
>hot soup for breakfast, life is good
>boil some water for drinking, decide to cool it in the surf before putting it in my bottle
>the ocean claims my cooking pot
>admit defeat, cajole friendly park ranger into giving me a ride to Port Arthur
Not so much a single example of catastrophic stupidity, but just kind of a huge debacle that could easily have been avoided if I hadn't been a fucking dumbass about half of this stuff.
Pic related. I had no idea, man.
