I know there is a lot of myth and disbelief around about this subject, but I can assure you this gassing is genuine, it happend to me.
My first wife and I were staying on a site on the Scottish boarders in mid September this year. It was pretty late at night, my wife was asleep in the rear over garage bed of the motorhome.
I was quietly sitting alone with my thoughts when I heard a noise outside. It became apparent that there was at least two with the sound of doors being carefully closed.
At this point I still wasn't paying to much attention, then there were some (not easy to describe) noises coming from both sides, soon after and gradually at first, I could smell it and before long it had become almost overpowering and I could feel myself in desperate need of air.
Well luckily I had my wits about me because I'm sure if I had passed out I would have lost at least my Rollex and wallet (which was full of money) but I took a quick breath, grabbed some tissue had a quick wipe, yanked up me jocks and legged it.
It must have been a bad curry because that was THE worst, bad enough to knock all but the most wary out in short order.
Oh and I did wash my hands once safely back in the motorhome.
My first wife and I were staying on a site on the Scottish boarders in mid September this year. It was pretty late at night, my wife was asleep in the rear over garage bed of the motorhome.
I was quietly sitting alone with my thoughts when I heard a noise outside. It became apparent that there was at least two with the sound of doors being carefully closed.
At this point I still wasn't paying to much attention, then there were some (not easy to describe) noises coming from both sides, soon after and gradually at first, I could smell it and before long it had become almost overpowering and I could feel myself in desperate need of air.
Well luckily I had my wits about me because I'm sure if I had passed out I would have lost at least my Rollex and wallet (which was full of money) but I took a quick breath, grabbed some tissue had a quick wipe, yanked up me jocks and legged it.
It must have been a bad curry because that was THE worst, bad enough to knock all but the most wary out in short order.
Oh and I did wash my hands once safely back in the motorhome.