I love that this title is not tongue-in-cheek; it probably *was* the worst journey in the world. This is the most detailed account of early Antarctic exploration (and by early, I'm saying 1908 here) by somebody who actually lived it. While Scott and his team were busy committing a slow sort of suicide on their legendarily incompetent expedition to the pole (later to be recast as "heroic" for public consumption), Apsley Cherry-Garrard busied himself on an equally unprepared but better-fated errand collecting penguin eggs. Short of actually killing off the members of the expedition (see Scott, above), everything that could go wrong -did. Imagine traversing uncharted ground, in pitch black Antarctic winter, with negative 40 degree temperatures, and 60 mph winds... and then losing your tent! As early Antarctic expeditions go, this has a happy ending: they got their penguin egg. Crazy.