Jason recently went away for a “drink your own urine” trip with one of his good mates, Stuart, on some mountain in Victoria.  I started calling these types of trips (you know, the ones where Jason straps his life on his back and heads off into the untamed wilderness with nothing but his wits and good looks) “drinking your own urine” because as far as I was concerned that is what the boys are doing while “communing” with nature.

I can’t really think of anything worse – no internet, no toilet, no hot water – you wouldn’t catch me doing it if my life depended on it.  The “drink your own urine” line was always kind of an ‘in joke’ until I saw this on Bear Grylls.  It seems I might have hit the mark…

Gross huh?  Here are some calming photos from Jason’s flight back to help settle your stomach!