04x04 - Tiburón Island Coast – Part 2

[bunniefuu]

It's probably always starting to get dark
on me.

I gotta get to the bottom... before it
does.

Just keep going down, Les.

Keep going down.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

It's starting to feel like a bad idea.

It's already been five days of survival in
the mountains of Norway.

And most of that time was spent trapped by
wet, cold and windy weather...

in a small car in the snow.

My food rations only lasted three days.

For the last two, I've had nothing to eat.

I've been able to rip the car apart...

and salvage from it useful material for
boots and shelter.

And now, fed up with feeling trapped...
and looking to better my circumstances...

I'm taking to the roads to walk my way
out.

Roads don't always mean salvation.

They can often lead nowhere.

I'm following human tracks, but they just
keep on going.

Nothing in sight yet.

So, I'm gonna take a break.

Night's coming soon.

And, uh, my toes are frozen.

I'm gonna switch to, uh, my homemade muck
locks.

The snow off the side of the trail is
super deep.

I'm gonna settle in here.

I gotta take a break.

I'm glad it's colder
now than it has been for

the last five days spent
stuck in a small car.

At least with the colder temperatures
higher up in the mountainside,

the snow isn't wet.

The air is drier, so the chill doesn't seep
through my clothing and into my bones.

Having pieces of the
car to use for my shelter

is a huge advantage
over starting with nothing.

I've had better shelters, but this one's
pretty solid.

I'm up off the snow.

It's the main thing.

Alright, this is it.

This is my spot for the night.

Full moon's finished now, so it gets very
dark early.

I'm wearing pretty much everything that I
have.

Every scrap I could find I'm wearing are
wrapped around me.

The sleeping bag wrapped up around me and
underneath me.

I'm on a solid wood platform between me
and the snow.

It makes such a huge difference.

I can't think anymore.

I need some food.

I have a feeling this is going to be a
long night.

And I have a second feeling that I'm not
going to be sleeping much.

And right now, that car is looking pretty
good.

Sometimes lost in the ordeal, the obvious
can escape me.

Without food and sleep, my brain doesn't
fire on all cylinders.

I just thought of something.

I didn't even remember this.

Remember the survival kit in the car?

Remember it was that little travel stove?

I've got it.

I've got it.

Let's find out if this works.

If it does, I'm going to heat up some
water.

I've put the reflector sheet up all around
here.

Hoping that it'll reflect.

Though being stuck in a car for
almost a week was a challenge,

there's a relief in the advantage
of having an emergency kit.

Sometimes even one item can make the
difference between surviving or perishing.

Even this little flame, chemical as it is,
feels great.

I'm going to throw a couple of spruce
twigs into the water.

There's vitamin C in evergreen needles.

So, it can't hurt.

Just while I'm sitting here, you can see
the moon through the trees.

Even in a night of survival, you can still
see the beauty of the natural world.

Even if sometimes it doesn't feel
beautiful.

It always is.

Stuck in the middle of the bush,
wearing everything I have.

Sitting on pieces of ripped-out car.

And boiling water.

Now that's survival.

I like this little survival stove.

It's getting a thumbs up in my book,
I think.

That's.

good.

In reality, hypothermia is sometimes only
a degree or two away.

Wow.

I can taste the spruce needles in the
water.

A little turpentine-y, but it takes the
blandness out of it just being hot water.

Ah, it's so important to rehydrate.

It's also important to
vacate your bladder in a

survival situation,
especially the cold like this.

Your body spends a lot of time trying to
heat up that liquid inside your body,

inside your bladder.

So, get rid of it before you are gonna try
and curl in for the night.

That's what I do.

And, ah, I find it makes a big difference.

And if I've got any food at all,
it's good for me to have a little bite

right before I try to sleep,
so that the heat inside my

stomach, the digestive heat,
warms up my body through the night.

I don't have any food.

But I do have hot water.

On the sixth day of
survival in the cold, I've

decided to leave behind
my portable shelter.

It was heavy and got me too sweaty while I
trekked the cold mountainside.

Free of the heavy load, I'll take my
chances hiking the road now.

You know, there are a lot of different
additive forces in survival.

Certainly, the will to live is the most
important.

But that's followed by luck, the kind of
shape you're in, all sorts of things.

Geographically, where you are,
whether you're alone or with other people.

And a big one for me is whether or not you
have a survival kit.

It might seem like a small thing at the
time, but there are items within a

survival kit that can actually save your
life and make a big difference.

And I'm not talking about grab-off-the-shelf
survival kits that are available today.

I'm talking about putting stuff together
yourself so you know what you've got,

you know how to use it, you know that it
works.

That's the only kind of survival kit to
have in my books.

If I didn't have this road to walk on,
I wouldn't be getting anywhere fast.

Human tracks and snow are a huge boost to
morale, providing you can actually run

into the people themselves
and find that their trail leads

out and not another 100
miles through the wilderness.

Coming up around this bend, thought I saw
something in the snow here.

And I did.

There's fresh human tracks leading up the
hill here.

And at the top, I can just make out the
faint outline of a rooftop.

So, I got my hopes held high right now.

That this is gonna be a little bit of
salvation.

The trail looks like it goes straight up.

I don't care.

That's where I'm headed.

When you think about
what I've had to eat

for, uh, I don't know,
what is it, six days?

I need some food.

Had to be straight up, didn't it?

Had to be.

Well, the same rules still apply to me.

Now, as any other time, even though I'm
excited to see this trail.

I'm hoping that there's something good on
the other end.

That it's not about being a stuntman.

It's certainly not about running
around and jumping up and

down and diving into frothing
gorges or anything like that.

Reality of survival.

Slow, easy, methodical, calculated risks.

Then you come out alive.

And that's what survival's all about.

The classic woodsman or hunter is a
natural survival expert.

Oh, that's good.

Oh.

But that's because they may spend their
whole lives training in the forest.

Learning all the
nuances of what it really

takes to survive with
each moment in the bush.

I can see a cabin.

In fact, I see a couple of cabins.

What I'd really like now is to see some
smoke coming out of a chimney.

Suddenly I feel a renewed sense of vigor
and energy.

Hello?

Six days of survival on a mountainside in
Norway, and I've come across a great find.

Abandoned cabins.

Hello?

Nothing.

Even a dog barking.

Hello?

Quite the view.

It's all blocked out by snow right now,
but that's the fjord down there.

I hope there's a wood stove.

And these aren't just storage sheds.

These buildings look old, very old.

Probably the 30s or 40s.

But I know I'm gonna be one of these
buildings tonight.

Wood stove or not.

Huh.

Well, that's the first building.

Well, that's a good little building.

I'll come in here if I have to.

But I want to see where the tracks lead.

A compound out in the woods here.

I can't tell if the tracks
are snowed over from

this current snow,
or if they're just older.

Hello?

I see firewood.

That's a good sign.

What's this?

That's what I thought it was.

Sea hunters.

Deer head.

Hello?

This is pretty sweet.

I think I hit the jackpot.

Check this out.

Oh, look at this.



I was right.

But this is... This is
a reality sometimes.

I always say, in a survival situation,
you come across a cottage or a cabin,

it's actually legal in most
places to break in and not

be charged with it if
you're in a survival situation.

Obviously, they're Norwegians.

And this place looks beautiful to me right
now.

The snow's just coming down strong.

I'm gonna start a fire and get warmed up.

There's matches and candles, sleeping bag,
beds, wood stove.

There's even a radio.

Cook stove.

No food.

But... a deer head.

After six days surviving
in the Norwegian

mountains, I've lucked
into a huge advantage.

A hunter's cabin.

And what's better, some left-behind deer
remains.

So with a simple twist of fate, a fantastic
boost changes a deadly circumstance.

And whether I find garbage, or a dead fish
left behind by an eagle, or a deer carcass

left behind by hunters, either way,
it all represents digestible nutrition.

Especially after three
days on little rations,

followed by two days
with no food at all.

Oh, this is gonna feel so good.

It'll be getting dark very, very soon.

I couldn't be in a better place at this
point.

This cabin and this food are prime
examples of why proactive, mobile survival

can often be far better than just staying
put.

But it takes skill to move on.

All right, that's perfect.

That's just a bit of deer fat and a little
tiny bit of deer meat.

I'm gonna cook that up, get that right
into me.

And assuming I'm likely still hungry,
go back for the liver and the heart.

I see there in the bag as well.

Lungs, liver, heart, a bunch of fats in
the bag.

I figure that's fair game.

I don't think they're too worried about
that.

I'm sure it was probably
meant to be dog food,

so it'll go well in my
stomach right now.

Okay, hopefully I can get that onto some
kind of a boil with the fire like this.

And, uh, wow.

Wow.

Wow.

That's unbelievable.

This is, uh, a lot better.

The timing of this find couldn't be
better.

Because outside, the snow is coming down
heavy on this high up the mountainside.

The best thing I can be doing right now is
drinking the broth.

Bombarding my stomach with too much food,
especially meat, after six days with

little to no food, could make me quite
sick.

Starting with a simple
broth is the best way to

reawaken my digestive
system for taking in food.

Wow.

Oh, boy, that's good.

Mmm.

It was definitely worth coming up this
trail.

If you ever want to experience really
great-tasting food, spend a week without it.

Okay, time for an update.

It's, uh, been, I think, six days now that
I've been out here.

The first four and a half days were
stranded with a vehicle in the snow.

And, uh, been a pretty bad night in the
woods.

It's been scant ration since I started.

So this deer is fantastic for me right
now.

And that makes me feel like playing a
happy song.

Seven days in the mountains, in snow,
in the last 12 hours of being the best.

I've found a hunter's cabin along with
deer remains.

They've given me an incredible boost both
psychologically and physically.

But outside, it's still winter.

That was a far better
night of survival than,

uh, sleeping in the
back of a stuck vehicle.

Spending a night in the bush.

I can tell you that much.

I'm gonna go out and look around the cabin
and see what else is here.

Obviously, I'm set for shelter and no
problem for heat and warmth.

I think I'll cook up the liver if I don't
see any hunter's return.

There's a tremendous amount of nutrition
in an animal carcass.

And it's not gonna be lost on me.

Not this day.

There's some meat and fat up inside the
head here.

That's all there is.

They've taken all the good meat back with
them.

But this is a lot of food for me.

No question about it.

Won't be the first time I got blood on my
cameras.

The whole liver is here for me to enjoy.

And the heart is here.

And then just a whole lot of fat.

That I can make some more broth with.

I know it doesn't look all that good,
but...

To me, it looks like a feast right now.

Even the little cabin is
dark and closed in, so I'd

rather build a fire outside
and cook up a solid meal.

There's matches inside, so that's not a
problem.

But still, just to conserve some of this
old duct tape.

I'm gonna use that to light the fire.

Four days of claustrophobia
in the small car have

got me happy to stay
outside for my first real meal.

One thing about duct tape, it's a good
fire starter.

I know it seems like I maybe should just
eat a ton of this deer, eat the heart,

eat the liver, eat the fat, just sort of
go for it and kind of gorge.

It's been seven days, and
my stomach is probably the

size of a walnut by now,
so I don't have a lot of room.

And if I eat too much, I'll end up with
diarrhea.

I don't have diarrhea out here.

I don't have any problems out here.

In survival, you've got to lessen all of
your problems.

Get rid of them one by one by one.

I had a lot of broth last night.

Now I'm gonna finally eat some meat.

I'm gonna give it a shot here.

Even just have a piece.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

This is great.

I don't care if you don't like liver or
not.

This is delicious.

It's one of those moments
where I can feel the energy

starting to course through
my veins almost instantly.

I think that's why I'm all of a sudden
talking faster.

Oh, wow, this is good.

At this very moment, this is the best
liver I've had in my life.

Mmm.

Norwegian deer liver.

Most of the time, any dead animal in the
bush is gonna be snatched up almost

immediately by crows and ravens and birds
and foxes.

Left food's gone within a day,
within hours sometimes.

So it's really lucky to come across a dead
animal.

That said, a lot of
times I have in my

wanderings come across
hunter's remains before.

Come across a bear carcass before and two
moose carcass and a deer carcass.

So, and I'm not complaining today.

In a survival situation, when I come upon
a great advantage, it gives me a chance to

take stock and build up my energy for
continued, proactive survival.

Staying put here could end up being just
as big a mistake as staying anywhere else.

I'm not so sure.

I think I'd prefer to have a flashlight
with batteries.

I know this thing lasts
forever, but I have to

keep winding it up
every time I want to use it.

This is gonna be my last night in the,
uh, cabin.

I'm gonna head down to the fjord.

I can't stay here forever, because
otherwise I'm gonna sit here, I'm just

gonna run out of deer, and then I'm still
stuck up here.

Oh, radio doesn't work.

But the bed sure does.

I got this one coming to me.

Tonight is a night for intense and crazy
dreams.

They'll hit me strong when I have no food
in my stomach.

And they get even more intense and
profound once I fill my belly for the

first time, as I have with all the deer
meat and fat.

Left to survive long enough, and the
dreams become hallucinations.

All too often I've had vivid dreams of my
family and warmth, only to wake up and

find myself still sleeping in the mud,
or on the cold and frozen ground.

It's my eighth day of
survival now, and as easy

as it may seem to consider
heading down the hill.

I could end up at the top of an impassable
cliff, and find myself stuck in the wet

snow on the side of the mountain for the
night.

I'll have to pass through a
wide range of temperatures,

and I'll likely end up
in the freezing rain.

Knowing this makes it hard to leave such
comfort.

That's the way I found it.

My hike down should really only be one
long hike, possible to do in one day.

There are even established trails in this
area, if I can find them and not lose them.

But sometimes a single mile in the thick
bush can seem like it will never end.

Such a paradox, you
know, the winter bush is

always so, so beautiful,
especially here in Norway.

Absolutely stunning scenery.

Yet, if you're lost out
here without food, shelter,

fire, protection from the
elements, they can be deadly.

What I'm into, I think, I'm at eight days
now.

The liver and the fat from the deer made a
huge difference.

I cut up a bunch of the meat.

I'm carrying it with me.

This is not like fasting.

You know, people at
home fast for even ten days,

drinking lemon juice and
cayenne pepper and maple syrup.

That's great.

But when you're out in the bush like this,
you don't want to be fasting.

That's where I have to head down.

It's still snowing.

It's been snowing off and on.

I'm wondering if, when I get down the fjord,
if it's going to be snowing or raining.

What I'm doing is following a creek.

It leads down to the fjord, there's no
question.

So, it's just a long way down.

The camera doesn't
do justice to just how

steep and slippery
this track down really is.

I just don't want to end up at a cliff
somewhere.

Coming back up, it'll be tough.

I'm trying to see my way down,
but...

...snow's getting in my eyes.

Going down's a lot easier on the cardio,
but a lot harder on the legs.

That's for sure.

I wasn't expecting this.

Everything is conspiring to put me in a
dangerous position.

I knew this area had a trail I could use
to get down the hill.

But I keep losing it.

And now I'm getting wet in all ways.

My sweat, the rain, the snow.

Falling and slipping down the hill is
ripping my clothing apart.

It just keeps getting steeper.

And these are slippery boots.

I'm past the point of no
return now, and I can't

go back up and make it
to the cabin before dark.

Exhaustion has overtaken my legs,
and I'm soaked to the skin.

It's starting to feel like a bad idea.

It's only been a few hours, but the
landscape I've put myself in...

...is steeper than what I'd hoped.

And most of the time I'm climbing down a
slippery and rocky hill...

...with all of the weight of the cameras
on my back.

I'm making my own recipe for disaster.

Sorry about the camera lens there.

I.

think I'm actually crawling downhill.

But this snow is making all these rocks
really slick.

And it's a long way down.

Going downhill that's this steep...

...takes a lot out of you.

And I'm sweating.

And that's bad news.

It's probably always starting to get dark
on me.

I gotta get to the bottom...

...before it does.

As long as I don't come up against a
cliff...

...I'll be okay.

I kinda like what's happening to me right
now.

I can't go back.

Ah, s***.

Heading down the mountain has turned out
way worse than I expected.

I'd known from my understanding of this
area...

...that getting down to the ocean is
possible.

But many of the areas are far too steep to
manage.

And getting trapped at the top of a cliff
is a real danger.

Going back up this exhausted...
...and in the slippery wet snow...

...is not an option now.

Getting trapped in between
a cliff... ...and nowhere to go...

...is a real possibility.

That's just an easy way to break an ankle.

Just keep going down, lass.

Keep going down.

You'll be alright.

F***.

F***.

Oh, God.

Now that I'm soaked through to the skin...

...completely without radio contact to the
outside world...

...survival couldn't get any more real.

This is not a sound effect.

My body cam is picking up the sound of my
heart racing.

More than being chased by a Jaguar...
...more than having heat stroke...

...this simple trek down a mountainside...

...has turned into one of the most
dangerous situations...

...I've ever been in.

I catch my breath.

I'm soaked through to my
skin... ...in the wet snow and rain.

The sun is dropping fast...
...and that puts me at great risk...

...from succumbing to hypothermia...
...if I have to spend the night here.

I can't go back up.

The uphill climb on the slippery rocks...
...is now too much for my exhausted legs.

I'm still carrying 65 pounds of camera
gear... ...and I may be trapped going down.

Every time I look
ahead... ...I see cliffs.

I just want to get to the
shore... ...before dark.

That's all I'm asking.

Six hours of being lost... ...and constant
downhill climbing on slippery rocks...

...has left me exhausted...
...and without strength.

...and the sun is dropping fast.

I'm soaked.

I think I made it to the shore,
though.

I can see ripples on the water.

Hope it's not just an illusion for me.

I got what I wish for.

I'm at the bottom.

There's the ocean.

It's raining.

And no shelter.

I'm soaked.

I was better off in the cabin.

My legs are shaking and weak...
...but I am at least at the ocean's edge.

The sun is dropping fast.

There's often no worse survival
situation... ...than to be soaking wet...

...with night falling...
...and no shelter.

To experience my core body temperature...

...dropping enough to make me hypothermic...
...is a very real possibility...

...in a situation like this.

This is gonna suck.

It's still better than being stuck...
...halfway up the mountain...

...drenched to the bone...
...in the freezing rain.

I tell you, there were some moments
there... ...I was pretty stressed out...

...when all I saw in front of me were
cliffs.

This is not a time for rock climbing.

Not in a survival situation.

If you've ever done any, uh...

...whitewater canoeing or
diving... ...or anything like that...

...when you have to put your
wetsuit on... ...when it's cold and wet...

...that's what this feels like right now.

You'll know what I'm talking about.

My cameras are all...

...dying from the rain.

Just got these... ...last two
cameras going for me here.

Remember this little guy?

Well, it worked up on the mountain.

Let's see how it works down here.

Okay, we have fire.

And I got some of that...

...deer fat in there.

Oh.

All that is is deer fat.

And right now...

...it tastes like the best filet
mignon... ...I could ever imagine.

And it's really important... ...that I
eat this fat now... ...because the fat...

...will...

...keep me... Whoa!

Okay then.

The fat will keep me warm...

...inside through the night.

Maybe it won't be so
bad... ...of a night after all.

Ha ha.

All right.

I got about 10 hours of darkness...
...to go through right now.

I always know... ...it's a rough night
of survival... ...when getting warm...

...means getting up... ...and exercising...
...just to get my blood moving...

...and give myself a flush
of heat... ...from my muscles.

This action allows me to sleep...
...for just another 20 minutes.

This is one of those situations... ...where
a nice big tarp... ...would be helpful.

It's just off and on raining.

Right now it feels like it's
about... ...4 in the morning.

I'll bet you it's only about 11.30 P.M.

The reality of survival...

...is that it always comes down...
...to 3 o'clock in the morning.

If you can get past that...

...then you can make it.

But that's the hardest
time... ...3 in the morning...

...when you wish you were sleeping...
...and you wish you were somewhere else.

Sleep was reduced to... ...10
minutes... ...maybe 20 minutes at a time...

...waking up with
the... ...the chills.

It's a brutal night like that...
...when you're soaking wet...

...and you're stuck
out in a... ...shelter.

You've heard of the proverbial...
...being stuck between a rock...

...and a hard place.

Hell, this is what it looks like.

One last thing I can do... ...before
I go... ...is I've got this leftover...

...fat...

...and it's congealed now... ...and
I can actually wipe it on my boots.

There's one... ...that won't even help
a little... ...that'd actually help a lot.

I'm just gonna rub this stuff...
...there's enough to rub over...

...all of the boots...
...and get them...

...protected a bit
more... ...from the rain...

...protected a bit
more... ...from the wet.

A single coating... ...of animal
fat grease... ...can go a long way...

...towards keeping my feet dry.

I'm finding trails...

...and then the trails stop...
...and I'm gonna find another trail.

I'm not far... ...I'm about a hundred
yards up... ...from the ocean's edge.

I see a couple of little...

...caves up in there... ...I
could've crawled into last night.

I'll remember them for tonight.

This is a lot easier going.

Oh, oh, oh!

There's a Rose hip too.

Oh, there's a couple more.

I didn't even see these.

Look at this.

Mmm.

Oh, yeah.

That's a major score.

The Rose hips have pound for pound...
...more vitamin C... ...than oranges.

And these ones are delicious.

Mmm.

And they get to being soft.

Wow, that's good.

I'll eat the soft ones... ...and
make tea out of the hard ones.

Oh, that's good.

A lot of fresh water around here.

It's a good thing too.

Otherwise, I'd be reduced to...

...probably having to drink my own pee.

Yeah.

Yeah, right.

You gotta see this to believe it.

Check it out.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

It's a big old house.

Barn.

I don't see any signs.

I don't see any footprints.

Odds are it's locked up.

Most people...

...leave a key hidden somewhere.

Start here.

This is the usual obvious place.

You know what that means?

It means there's gotta be a wood stove in
here somewhere.

This house is closed for the season.

So there's no food left behind.

It still only represents one part of the
survival equation.

Shelter.

I'll still need to find more food for
long-term survival.

All right, look at this.

I want you to see something.

It happened behind me.

There's some cliffs.

Had I gone the wrong way, those cliffs are
what I would have been faced with.

There would have been no way down without
k*lling myself.

I would have had to climb back up all the
distance I'd slid down.

It's the same thing off to the other side.

I only had a narrow path.

It's amazing that I made it as far as I
did.

And the way I did.

Because it's easy to get yourself up and
out onto a spot.

And then be stuck there.

And the way I was doing
yesterday, there's no

way I would have been
able to climb back up.

I just wish I'd found this place last
night.

Oh, score.

There we go.

Look at that.

Now those are blue mussels.

So now they can be seriously bad for my
stomach if I eat them wrong.

But I won't eat them wrong.

Let's see if I can get some more.

There's gotta be hundreds of mussels here.

If I found this many
in this tiny little spot,

there should be
hundreds of mussels here.

And I can eat this seaweed too.

Well, it's not seaweed.

And honestly, I don't know what the proper
name for it is.

I just know I can eat it.

It's just an old potato field,
but there may be potatoes in it.

And you gotta explore every opportunity.

They're really soft.

A couple of potatoes.

Not much, but...

survival food.

I'll take what I can get.

There we go.

Hey!

That's a good hard potato.

Bonus.

Finding a cottage is the ultimate
advantage in a survival situation.

Just as ripping apart
a car is justified, so

is breaking into a
deserted house for shelter.

It's ill*gal at any other time,
but not when it comes to survival.

I knew there would be houses along the
coast.

It was a large part of my motivation for
wanting to get down here as soon as I could.

I didn't want another night sleeping
amongst the rocks.

Okay.

So I've made myself up this sort of soupy
broth.

Let me show you what I'm dealing with
here.

Seaweed.

Rose hips.

Mussels.

Fresh water.

Deer liver.

A couple of potatoes from the garden.

And yeah, I know it looks disgusting.

But it's a lot of nutrition.

It would seem that in
this survival ordeal, I've

experienced the highest of
highs and the lowest of lows.

Yesterday was probably one of the most
nervous times I've ever had out in the bush.

I was truly worried for my situation.

If I had come up to a cliff and not been
able to get down it in any way.

It was all slippery.

Then I would have... I mean, I
was just crawling at that point.

I would have had to try to crawl back up
and it would have been...

I mean, it was half an hour before dark.

So to be here now...

I'm giddy, to be honest with you,
to be here now.

What I'll do is I'll go down by the shore
front and I'll put together a signal fire.

And I still have, from the survival kit,
from the car, the flares.

So I'm gonna send them off, too.

And see if they work.

Or at least see how well they work.

I'm finally gonna sleep well tonight.

It's been a long ten days of survival in
Norway.

Five days stuck in a car.

Four days trekking on the mountainside.

And now here, enjoying the luxury of
someone's summer cottage.

Albeit without much food.

But I'm ready to get out of here.

Back to warmth and safety.

And back to food.

People who come and looking for me are
gonna watch for me all along this shoreline.

They don't know whether I'm gonna be in a
shelter in the bush, at a cliff edge,

or here I am at this big homestead.

What a bonus.

So I'm gonna get a signal fire set up down
by the shore.

I think survival manuals tend to make
signal fires a little too complicated.

They don't need to be all that
complicated.

You just need a smoky fire that's ready to
light in an instant.

That's the end of it.

So that's what I'm gonna build.

You can never assume that you're easily
spotted.

In my case, I'm wearing gray clothes and
standing on a gray rock studded shoreline.

And that is my smoke maker, I hope.

Back at home, I'd use moss from the bush.

I'm hoping this seaweed might work just as
well.

If you remember, way back when I was
stranded with the car, I siphoned out some

gas into this jar of peanut butter,
my peanut butter gas.

And, uh, that should get the fire going.

All the safety team has to spot is a fire
or some of the smoke.

There's a boat way over
on the far shore, and it looks

like they're going slow
and stopping and scanning.

So if that's my boat, I'm gonna try the
signal now.

Here we go, windproof match.

Come on.

Here we go.

It's not these flames that are gonna work
for me.

It's all this punky stuff.

On top, that it's gonna make the smoke.

From the car survival kit.

Flares.

Oh, you're kidding me.

Oh, that's gnarly.

I pulled the wire right out of the flare.

And nothing.

That's not a lifesaver.

Got one other, I'll try it.

Second flare, but also past its expiry
date.

Wow, you gotta check these things.

I'm looking at this, it says 1993.

That's just dumb.

Ah, nothing.

Okay.

These are great flares.

I've used them before.

I just haven't used them when they were
expired.

And it shows you.

It comes to survival kit items.

They gotta be up to date.

All right, I'm gonna pour a little bit
more gas on that fire.

See if that helps.

I know they're looking for fire,
so...

It's the flames that finally do the trick.

And make me noticeable by the boat on the
far shore.

That's working.

I think the nose of their boat is headed
this way.

After ten days, I'm going home.

I've spent ten years making survival films
all around the world.

And now, I've spent ten days surviving in
the Norwegian mountains.

While here, I've experienced the worst day
of survival I've ever had.

I hit the complete peak of my own personal
will to live and drive to survive.

And then it was followed by the best day
of survival I've ever had.

Finding not just a small
cabin or a building, but

an actual abandoned
house with a bed to sleep on.

Survival is not without irony.