Antarctica. Then, you unfortunately get your expedition vessel crushed to pulp by Antarctic ice. So you are forced to camp on the frozen Weddell sea during six months of Antarctic winter. After that, you drag your three lifeboats over the ice, and row desperately to the nearest, completely abandoned island. While there you camp out in a cave and eat nothing but penguin. After several more months, you decide to go get help, and you sail one of your lifeboats to a whaling station on a tiny island in the middle of the open sea, 800 miles away. When you get there, you trek across a mountain range with no climbing equipment, because, of course you landed on the wrong side of the island after almost being destroyed in a violent storm.
And you succeed. And your entire crew survives and is rescued.
A heavy dose of perspective gets served up when you read this first-hand account of courage, survival and leadership. I never get tired of this.
