My toughest time was some 20 years ago , one night in Chiloe,south Chile, while waiting to board the ferry to Chacabuco...

I am more used to drier enironments and didn't have a clue as to the conditions there: everything soaked in the endless thin rain- no chance for an easy fire. Wasn't a survival issue, just to have some fun and comfort out of the car. The sleping bags were up to the job, though:wife didn't complain not a bit