e were hiking through the blistering heat of subtropical Africa searching for the legendary Mountains of the Moon. We'd heard the headwaters of the Nile were the purest, richest form of water on earth, so naturally we wanted to try making beer with it.
Everything would have been fine, but Graeme insisted on practicing his bagpipes. Every. Single. Night. Unfortunately, trying to sleep anywhere within 3 miles of ground zero just doesn't work out.
The natives seemed to agree since they came, tied us up, and then proceeded to ceremonially burn Graeme's stupid bagpipes while they danced around the fire. Graeme was in tears. Needless to say, he was the only one. As a thank you to the natives, we gave them some of our beer, and they in turn showed us the headwaters of the Nile.