Look at this crap from the Herald about a hunter who got lost in the Urewera Ranges:
Having been faced with the prospect of drinking his own urine to stay alive, a hearty breakfast of bacon and eggs never tasted so good for Desmond Kuik.
The 42-year-old hunter was rescued yesterday afternoon having spending three freezing nights lost in the dense bush of Urewera National Park in the central North Island.
…”Unfortunately the weather became nasty and the day was getting dark quickly and I couldn’t make my way back to the hut.”
It was freezing cold that night and the only shelter he could find was a pig hole, just large enough to fit him.
“That was the worst night because it was very cold – zero degrees – and there was a hail storm.”
To try and stay warm he urinated into a plastic packet he had in his backpack and used it like a hot water bottle.
His rations consisted of one chocolate bar a day and very limited water. He had contemplated drinking his urine if he didn’t find a water source soon.
“At the end of the day I had no choice and if I was short of water that would be my last drink,” he said.
Couldn’t find a water source? What! Is he blind as well as stupid? One thing the Ureweras is not ever short of, is water.
Finding water in the Ureweras is easy…head downhill until you hit the stream/river…then drink. What does he think the pigs drink?
According to one news report he was in Kouanui Hut in the Waimana valley at one stage…you know…where the Waimana River flows through.
