My sense of direction is not very good, and I easily get Lost. One day, about ten years ago, I was Walking in the mountains between France and Italy when the weather began to turn bad. I started to make my way back downhill, because I did not want to be caught in storm. But after a few hundred metres I realized That I was not sure of the way. The clouds came down lower and lower, it started to rain, and Soon I was completely lost. I Called as loud as I could, but of course there was nobody close enough to hear me. I didn't want to stay in the mountain, but it was impossible to go on, So I crawled into a hole between two rocks and waited for the storm to go over. After two or three hours the rain stopped and the clouds lifted, and I was able to start walking again. I was very cold and hungry, and I had nothing to eat except a few sweets. About half an hour later I suddenly reckognized my surroundings, and I realized that I was only two or three hundred metres above the camp site. However, my troubles were not over. On my way down I slipped and hit my knee against a rock. There was a deep cut and it hurt very badly, and as soon as I got back to the camp I went to see a doctor. Fortunately, nothing was broken.
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