04x01 - Norway Mountain – Part 1

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I think I see what the seagulls were all
on about.

That is what I think it is.

Fortune may have just delivered me a meal.

That's gonna be good.

Or it's gonna make me violently sick.

This is Tiburon Island, situated off the
sunny and warm coast of Mexico.

But this is no tropical paradise with
coconuts to enjoy.

It's a rugged and
unforgiving landscape that

is the original homeland
of the Syri-Indians.

Any bounty that exists here to help with
survival is hidden under the waters of the

estuaries and in the rocky crags of the
desert mountains themselves.

While the ocean can be bountiful,
it's unpredictable.

And your skills need to be strong.

What it doesn't offer is fresh water.

For that, I'll likely have to trek through
the scorching desert inland.

Because without water, survival is just
not possible.

Happens every year.

People sail, people get lost.

Or they run into trouble.

Usually it's the result of weather.

Bad weather.

And if you're lucky, you find yourself
either close to port, close to safety,

or a way to get to an island that's got
sustenance for survival.

Coconuts, fresh water, whatever you need.

If you're not lucky, you end up like me.

My mast is busted.

My kicker motor's out of gas.

And I am off the coast of an island,
so that's good.

It just so happens to be a desert island.

Tiburon Island, Mexico.

Also known as Shark Island.

That's gonna be a long 10 days.

As the safety team leaves, I've been left
aboard a disabled sailboat.

For the next 10 days,
I'll have to eke out a

survival-based existence
by whatever means I can find.

The nights are cold enough to chill you to
the bone.

And if you're foolish, make you
hypothermic.

And the days are hot enough
to dehydrate you quickly,

which is a bad combination
for basic survival.

But out here, survival always depends on
my ingenuity and my drive to discover

every opportunity I can to make things
better.

And there are small advantages
to every location, if you

pay attention and open
your eyes to the possibilities.

For now, I'm anchored on the windward side
and about 100 feet off of a long spit of

land that cradles an estuary on the Lee
side.

There's no doubt I'll need to eventually
get on land to see what I can find.

But I'll stay on board the boat to see
what I have to work with here,

which this time includes a kayak left in
the hull of the sailboat.

Well, at least I have a huge advantage
this time.

Kayak.

That'll make a big difference.

I can get back and forth from the shore
with ease.

The waters here are fine.

I mean, it's called Tibrowan
Island because of the large

population of hammerheads
that come here every year.

I'm not worried about that.

First, I gotta check out what I've got on
board.

See what I got to work with.

Everything in this boat is dirty and musty
and old.

And that's what they left me with,
to survive ten days.

Actually, this boat comes with a bit of
history.

It was found floating in the Sea of
Cortez.

It's got no name, had no
passengers, had not much on

it other than the junk
that you can see right now.

It came out as if it was just an afternoon
of sailing.

I've got a bottle of
wine and some cigars, a

blanket, about enough
water for four or five days.

In this heat, four or five days at best.

Knife and multi-tool.

That's about it.

The rest will be up to the sailboat if I'm
gonna make it through ten days.

I still have a reserve of water to get me
through the first couple of days.

But in this heat, it'll run out fast.

Food is never an early concern in a
survival situation.

Everyone can last longer than they think
without food.

But without water, perishing is only days
away.

There's no point in me sleeping inside
this boat.

Way too musty and dirty to breathe in
there.

Not much chance of rain happening.

There's a desert.

It's hot during the day.

And it can be quite cold at night, right
down to zero, right down to freezing.

There's potential for it to hit that over
these nights.

I'm gonna hope that it doesn't.

It definitely goes down in history as the
softest shelter bed I've ever had.

It's important to be proactive
rather than letting the

circumstances dictate for
me what I have to deal with.

So I take a moment to assess
my body, what I have close

at hand, and what I have in
an extended area around me.

And start to formulate plans for survival.

Reactionary survival can be doomed to
failure.

I think a lot of times people come in and
you can do bear rentals where you rent a

sailboat, and head off with little experience
and get yourself in a lot of trouble.

And end up in a situation like this.

It'll be a bit of a rough night,
it sounds like.

Hopefully everything will hold fine.

Using the sail as a cover to keep the dew
off of me.

And then I luck at all.

The anchor will stay anchored.

Before I have a chance to relax and enjoy
the starry night, the wind has picked up

and has started to hit the boat hard,
tugging violently at the anchors holding

on to the Sandy bottom, threatening to
blow me far offshore.

This is crazy.

It's been super windy all night.

Boat's rocking, straining against the
anchor.

And, uh, not getting much sleep at all.

I just keep getting up and looking at the
shore and hoping that it's still there.

This is when the clock becomes a k*ller.

I don't know what time it is and I don't
want to know.

Just when you think
it's maybe 5 or 6 in the

morning and the sun
should be coming up soon.

You have a watch, you check it.

It's only 12.30.

But in this case, I don't have a watch or
anything, any way of telling time.

So all I got right now is Patience.

And, uh, I'm on a rocking boat and a
strong wind.

And I hope the morning comes soon.

The worst way to begin a survival ordeal
is with a lack of sleep.

Yet, ironically, that's almost always the
way.

And tonight will be no different for me.

The wind's picked up hard all night.

If the anchor were to break free,
I could be blown out of the protected area

and down past the Baja Peninsula,
out into the Pacific Ocean.

I'm gonna have to rethink things.

The tide currents seem to be pretty
strong.

The boat just kind of whips around as
chunk, chunk, chunk for hours on end, so...

So I haven't really slept.

I think what I want to do is get off this
boat.

But that means transporting everything
that I've got, my camera gear and the

supplies I have, and then whatever I want
to kind of pilfer from this boat.

I haven't seen clouds like this since I've
been in Mexico.

It's mist, I guess, really.

Don't know what it means, don't know what
it's gonna bring.

If it brings rain, then I get some fresh
drinking water.

But it also means I might have to stay
with the boat, just to stay dry.

I know it's not much, but believe it or
not, that actually works.

So there.

Just by wiping down the deck of the boat,
and you've got to be careful, because

there's bird poop and stuff on the boat,
but able to get some water.

And water's gonna become really important
pretty quick.

The other thing I can do, I'm only able to
do it a very, very small amount at a time,

take a mouthful of seawater.

Ah, that's disgusting.

You can't have too
much of this stuff, because

it's very dangerous
to intake seawater.

Very, very dangerous.

If I take just a little
mouthful a day, it actually

puts a lot of minerals
and nutrients into my body.

I would only do this because of the fact
that I have some fresh water with me.

Without fresh water,
ingesting straight seawater

can cause an immediate
lessening of thirst.

But shortly afterwards, the sensation of
thirst returns even stronger.

The kidneys strain in a losing battle with
the sea salt, and soon fail.

The cells become dehydrated, affecting the
brain and causing hallucinations,

delirium, and eventually madness.

Death is not far behind.

Fishing net.

Ah!

Some ropes.

This is all gonna be good stuff.

I just gotta get it across to the island.

There's a couple old forks, some twist
ties.

And there is a toolbox.

That's a bonus.

Hammer.

So a couple old tools here.

All right, I'm gonna try and pack this
stuff up and get across to the island

while the weather's good and while the
sea's pretty calm.

Surviving with camera gear is always a
pain.

Getting onto land is going to open up
numerous possibilities for affecting survival.

You know, the truth of a
survival situation is that every

day, every single new day,
is a brand new day of survival.

It might be exciting for me to get off
that boat, but I know the reality is,

that sun is beaming down pretty hot.

So my first concern right now is shelter
from the sun.

You gotta move slow and methodical in heat
like this, and in any survival situation.

Don't wanna make things worse.

Step one.

Survival on a desert island.

I'm shut down by high
tide, gusty winds, can't get

out to the boat, and the
sun is ridiculously hot.

So, three strikes, I'm out.

All my efforts have to
take place either in the

morning, or as the sun
starts to drop down the sky.

Otherwise, the heat stroke and dehydration
that I risk is...

is, uh... too dangerous.

I'm into my second day of survival on a
desert island in Mexico.

There's no time like the present to find
ways to better my situation.

I'm sitting here getting
antsy and thinking

about things, and I
think I just had an idea.

There's a lot of junk on this beach.

There's just rope and tin cans and plastic
and bottles everywhere.

We'll see if I can come up with a way to
make water.

With the right supplies, surviving on the
edge of the ocean, without fresh water,

it's still possible.

There are ways to create my own supply of
drinking water.

Let's see if I can make the water still.

An active water still.

Not one that's just dependent upon...

simple condensation.

Let's see if I can make one utilizing the
fire.

There's all kinds of junk up in here.

It was junk, now it's gonna be a useful
tool for me.

That's not rusted through.

Sweet.

I'm.

gonna have to create a little bit of a
trough so I can feed the fire...

without having to lift off...

the bucket.

Well, those tools that were in the
sailboat have come in handy.

In a situation like this, it's good to
think like an engineer.

Ooh.

Okay, so it's soft copper.

I'm gonna try and get a bend in this
thing.

Yes, I'm trying to get a bend without
crimping it.

That should work, actually.

Right.

That's a good sign.

Now I'm gonna have to find a way to
tighten a seal on this thing.

All around the edges.

I might have to sacrifice something.

The simplicity of distilling
water... is simply creating steam...

and somehow collecting it to drink.

Just trying to make the seal a little
tighter... by putting that material in there.

If you haven't caught on, what's gonna
happen here... or what I hope to happen...

is I'm gonna get a fire going underneath
this bucket.

Salt water will hopefully boil...
come out through this pipe.

The steam will hopefully cool.

I'll have a cooling system down here.

So I've got salt water in the jar...

and, uh, when this fills up with water...

that should help to keep cooling the steam
down.

So, fire...

down in here.

Beats up the barrel.

Comes out the pipe.

Down into that bottle.

Cool water down below.

Helps to condense the steam.

Hopefully...

I get a drink of water.

In the absence of cold, fresh water...
condensed steam collected in a bottle...

and allowed to cool
overnight... will do in a pinch.

And it may just mean the difference...
between survival... or death from dehydration.

I can go a long time without food.

But it only takes a few days...
for the heat and dryness...

to devastate the human body.

There was a first
aid kit... in the, uh...

sailboat.

So, I've got a piece
of this... cotton.

And... there was
some toilet paper.

But the way I'm gonna make
them last... is I've got some lip balm.

So, I'm gonna utilize this wax...

in both places.

I'm gonna put it on the... the
cotton from the first aid kit...

and on the toilet paper.

And that should really hold the flame.

The one match fire...
you do not wanna miss.

It's gotta take...

or I'm in trouble.

It can be intense... when something
so simple... at any other time...

takes on such great importance now.

This... is my one
and only match.

All right.

Success!

Now... somehow I've
gotta keep this fire going...

for about another eight straight days.

Once I get a good... base of coals
going... I'll push some up underneath...

the, uh... the bucket of water.

And, uh...

hopefully get it boiling.

It's only the second day...
and even though I still have...

a small supply of drinking
water... from the boat...

being proactive... and working to make...
even more water... is vital to surviving...

ten days out here.

Fire's always a good site.

Changes everything...
when it comes to survival.

On my second night of survival... I can
rest well... knowing I'm not in danger...

of being swept out to
sea... in a disabled sailboat...

anymore... should
a storm come in.

But as the coyotes howl... searching
for a nightly meal... themselves...

the desert begins to cool... in the
night air... and the ping pong effect...

of hot during the day... and cold
during the night... continues to sap...

my energy reserves...

making my need...
for food... stronger.

On my third day of survival... I can start
to get a handle... on just how long...

and slow the tides are.

And with that knowledge... I can
look to times... to get into the estuary...

to hunt for food.

But as it is with all deserts... the window
of opportunity... to accomplish things...

out in the heat... lies usually
in the mornings... and at dusk...

when the heat of the day is gone.

There's danger and beauty... in all corners
of the earth... which characteristic...

I choose to live within...
is entirely up to me.

Survival depends
upon... my own choices.

I wasn't so bad... of a night.

It got pretty cool...
but... I was able to...

keep the fire going.

Fire's still going nicely.

Good bed of coals.

I haven't got the water...
boiling yet... to create steam.

I fell asleep...

and... so it died down enough...
that it just hasn't... picked back up.

Nice temperatures now...
but it's gonna get hot.

This is not so much... an estuary...
in the classic sense of the word...

for there's no fresh water...
running into it... on a steady basis.

That really only happens here...
when rare storms come through.

Yet it is... a well-protected lagoon
area... and should serve as...

fertile hunting...
and fishing grounds.

I know an estuary like this...
would be just filled with stingrays...

so I want to protect my feet... and my
calves... somehow from getting stung.

I've got to make something...
to protect me... and I think...

I know what I can grab...
off the boat to do that.

As I paddle out... I'm watching down
below... to see if there are any signs...

of edible life.

The water's much colder... than it
looks... and the only bounty I can see...

are the sea slugs... and
they're all 15 to 20 feet down.

Ah... my old home.

Well... that might be useful.

There's some old life
jackets... in this boat.

Take them.

As much as the sailboat...
is kind of romantic...

I'm still happier on shore.

I'm fortunate.

I've got no issues... with repurposing
my belongings... to aid in my survival.

All too often... lost victims... are
weary of breaking... or ripping apart...

something they own.

It's like they feel guilty.

Yet that guilt... needs to be lost
quickly... if you expect to utilize...

your surroundings... to the best of
your advantage... so that you can turn...

a possibly horrific ordeal...
into a manageable one.

While the tide is low... the search
for sustenance... becomes easier...

as opportunities...
open up to me.

Look at this.

See this estuary here?

Like it's just...
full of wildlife.

There's all kinds of...
herons and cranes...

egress.

Yeah, it's just beautiful.

The spots where... some of the trees
over there... loaded with birds at times...

look over... and they're just all
sorts of... white blobs in the distance.

It's all birds...

hunting... fishing.

There's a lot going
on... in this estuary.

And I'm gonna see... if I can...
make some of it work... in my favor.

There's a patch over
there... of... uh... dryer sand.

and that should be... a better spot
for clamming... than in this more...

hard packed... wetter stuff.

The tide here is gentle
enough... that it's gonna give me...

a lot of time to
explore... if I need to.

I'm just gonna scoop
along... using this shell.

See what I can come up
with... to start out from here.

Hey!

Look at that.

What did that take?



Clam.

Two.

Two clams.

Three.

Seven.

That's a big one.

Not bad.

Cause I'm already getting... to
the point where I'm getting a meal.

It's not all that often...
in a survival situation...

where you come across an opportunity...

to simply and easily
gather... more food energy...

than it takes to do the
gathering... in the first place.

It's a big field.

It'll feed me for a while.

It's counterproductive... to walk a
mile... only to find enough food...

to fuel a half a mile.

So walking 50 yards... and
gathering this easily... is a lucky find.

If you get a feel for it... after
a while... what I like to do is...

scoop like this... and then
drag my knuckles... in behind.

Sometimes my knuckles... actually feel
something... that the shell didn't hit.

Or when you hit...

gator.

Look at that.

That's just a few minutes work...

and I've got dinner.

This is where I gotta start being
careful...

in terms of stingrays.

They're on their way
back up... from the south...

as the warmer weather starts to return.

And they come into these estuaries...

by the thousands, so...

it's not likely there's any... in these
little puddles... but they do get trapped.

The tide comes in really flat... smooth
and even... and slowly and gently...

fills up these mangrove swamps.

That's why there's a lot...
that can be gathered here...

without having to go into deep water.

The odd fish gets trapped.

It'd be really nice... to come upon
a flounder... or something like that.

I'm really fortunate to know...
that all these clams are here.

I'll come back... and gather
clams... as many as I can.

But... before I do too
much... in the actual water...

I want to get some
protection... on my feet.

One shot from a stingray...
and this... whole venture is over.

With a very unglamorous ending.

Three days... surviving
on a desert island.

And as the tide slowly comes
in... the water covers over...

all of my clam hunting areas.

And I'm finished for the day.

Nature... is forcing my hands...
so I'll take to the ocean side...

to see what else I can dig up.

It's just time to go and...

gather some more firewood.

There's so much wood... all the
way up and down... this shoreline.

It's easy.

But I also see some seagulls...
messing around up the...

up at the edge of the water here.

I want to go find out...
what that's all about as well.

Huh.

I think I see what the
seagulls... were all on about.

That is what I think it is.

The fortune may have...
just delivered me a meal.

Whenever I spot lots of bird
activity... I know something's up.

And that's how I came across...
this little bit of food... I can scavenge.

Unfortunately for me... I'm not familiar
with how to cook... and eat squid...

or even which parts are edible.

And that's the trick... of even
finding... or gathering wild edibles.

Whether something from the
sea like this... or wild plants.

If I'm not sure what it is
I'm eating... or how to eat it...

I can take a great chance...
at making myself very sick.

And all too often... lost victims take
the chance... and eat something...

that kills them.

I got myself a meal.

Ha!

That's amazing.

I've been walking this beach...
back and forth... back and forth...

and I keep running into sea slugs.

But... nothing else.

And then this...

just hanging there.

Hee hee hee.

Hee hee hee.

Hee hee hee.

That's gonna be good.

Or it's gonna make me violently sick.

One or the other.

Happened to me in Alaska... and I
came upon a spot where... an eagle had...

just dropped a fresh caught salmon.

And you can take advantage
of that... for a survival meal.

Absolutely.

I'm probably wasting
more of this... than I should.

But I'm being honest here.

I've never... done this before... never
eaten one of these guys... before so...

I'm not taking any chances.

I'm cutting off... all
the little rippers here.

This is gonna be good.

This gathered food... from the lagoon
and the ocean... will go a long way...

in boosting my energy.

I'll make use of a few
things... I got from the boat...

cooking up this calamari.

There's these forks...

twist ties.

Sweet.

The heat of the day is...
pushing down on me now.

But I'm still gonna go... and cook
this calamari... while it's still fresh.

It's so fresh... that the
tentacles... are actually still moving.

Now we're talking squid.

Alright.

I have no idea of knowing... how
much you're supposed to cook this.

Definitely tastes salty.

It's rubbery...

but it is delicious.

All of a sudden... I just
realized how hungry I am.

I know what I'm doing...
for the rest of the day.

Eating squid.

And then I've got clams for dessert.

Under the desert sun... as my own
supply of water... depletes quickly...

it becomes more and more important...
to be making as much water as possible.

Now that I have food... my body needs
even more water... just for digestion.

I don't know if you can hear this
or not... but the kettle's boiling.

With the bucket full of salt water...
the steam is finally collecting...

in the cooling system I've made.

That's amazing.

That's basically...
one day's worth of...

distilling and... whatever that
is... 500 milliliters or so... of liquid.

And no salt.

Yes, indeed.

That's amazing.

That's really, really cool.

And I can keep this fire going
indefinitely.

There's so much wood here.

And just keep feeding it... keep feeding
it... keep heating up the seawater...

that's inside here... and
making myself some fresh water.

That's more like it.

That's awesome.

I've always loved survival skills... that...
keep working... when you don't have to.

That sun's gonna drop
fast... like it always does.

So... before that happens...

time for clam bake.

I've actually returned...

some of the smaller
ones... back to the estuary.

There's no reason to be greedy here...
and it's better... for their population...

to not just go in...
and just clear them out.

So I've... kept only the big ones... and
thrown all the little... tiny ones back.

The young ones... give
them a chance to grow.

It's real simple.

All I have to do is...
put them on the coals.

Best way to do this... is take
it... just put this... the hinge end...

down into the coals... and
then... they'll open up at the top.

And in the meantime... I
can chew on some squid.

This particular feast... offers little...
in the way of carbohydrates... or sugars.

It's all protein.

There we go.

Oh, that's really good.

That is really good.

Sun's going down...
pretty quickly.

I've got... clams.

I've got my squid.

Oh, yeah.

Wow, that's good.

Mmm.

Now, if only... there were
coconuts... on this island.

That would be a big score.

For now... life and survival...
has taken a positive turn.

And it's easy... for a moment...
to get rested... and prepared...

for the inevitable search...
for life-sustaining... fresh water.

It's been four
days... of survival.

And to get myself... into the
deep waters... of the lagoon...

to hunt for more food... I'll have to
take chances... with the stingrays.

They come in here... by the
thousands... so a little homemade...

protection can't hurt.

Well, that looks good.

If I ever do something like this...

my feet are gonna... sink
into the mud... as I walk.

So... something
around... my foot itself...

might be... kind of... useless.

This could appear... to be a little
overkill... but an injury... any injury...

while in a survival situation...
can change things... for the worse...

and all it takes... is the wrong
step... in the wrong place.

That's not bad, actually.

So if I'm walking... and
I'm testing... if a stingray...

does sh**t up... and hits me in
the calf... at least I'm protected there.

surviving alone... is one thing.

Surviving alone... and
injured... is quite something else.

Stingray shin pads.

For the first time...
in a long while...

a lot of clouds coming in.

I'm pretty protected...
from the sun...

semi-protected... from the wind...
but we'll see how I am... for the rain.

All right.

Let's go spear fishing.

So I've got a spear... the one
that I made... plus a cane pole...

just so I can test... the
deeper waters... for stingrays.

There should be... no shortage...
of available bounty here.

I'd expect that... in a
mangrove lagoon... like this.

Some places just seem... like they
should be... obvious fertile hunting...

or gathering grounds.

But the wilderness...
is neutral.

It neither adds... nor
detracts... from survival.

I'm always in the position... of having
to go... with the flow of the seasons...

live by the weather.

Even population movements...
of game... are a deciding factor.

These elements... and more determine...
whether or not... I'm in the right place...

at the right time... for an easy...
or difficult go... at surviving.

Any fish that are coming... in and
out of the estuary... are gonna come...

right along this path.

Water's very cold.

A lot colder... than
I thought it was.

Hard part is... just being
able to see... into the water.

The ripples.

Just looking for anything.

Crabs.

Maybe a flounder going by.

This.

is incredibly disappointing.

I was hoping to find...
some deep channels...

where fish could be trapped.

Even at low tide... there's
just too much water here.

So I'm just up into the...
back corner of this...

estuary.

Nothing here.

I was hoping to
find... some more...

pools of water... where
fish might be trapped.

But nothing.

Everything's a little too shallow.

What I am able to find... are these
oysters... attached to the rocks...

and the roots of the mangroves.

After a day of hunting... they'll have
to do... as my only catch... of the day.

It's actually really easy...
to get them off the roots.

Easier than when you're...
trying to get them off rocks.

At least I know...
these are here.

They're not going anywhere.

Like the clams... these
oysters... are gonna be high in salt.

Pretty much the worst thing... for me to
intake... with dwindling water reserves.

But for now... I'll take in the
nutrition... to help keep my energy up...

so that I can
continue... to survive...

and even thrive.

There we go.

Well that was worth the effort.

Cheers.

Mmm.

That's delicious.

Alright.

Well there's hundreds...
of these... little oysters...

all... attached to the
roots... of the mangrove.

This is good.

I've got clams... and oysters... now
that I can gather... from the estuary.

The sea water... slowly makes its way...
back into the lagoon... and I lose my...

easy hunting grounds.

I'm just... uh... clearing
away... some of this... skin.

I cut one off... a little while ago...
and it seems to be... doing better.

This one here...
is still looking bad.

I'm not gonna be able...
to walk in... these boots.

So hopefully...
the salt... the sun...

will... uh... heal these up.

I'm gonna be back... on my feet
again... and able to... get out of here.

I go and I gather a
bit... a bit of food...

I'm making a bit of water.

The waves are rough...
they're holding me in.

It's not like I can get out...
in the ocean right now.

And uh... you just start to
kind of... go inside yourself...

in a situation like this.

No matter what anybody tells you... no
matter what TV you watch... the reality is...

that solo survival... is
a... is a lonely experience.

Lonely or not...

time marches on... and paths
of survival... was nowhere to be.

Because when something goes
wrong... there's no one else there...

to help with the survival efforts.

It's said that any army...
marches on its stomachs...

and it's no different for survival.

Stomach problems can knock
you... out of the game... quickly.

Oh man... I don't know what
those oysters... did to me.

But they're not... sitting
in my... stomach very well.

In a survival situation... there's two
things... that knock you down really quickly.

shot feet... and a rock gut.

And right now... I've got both.

In the course of survival... stomach
problems... leading to vomiting...

when already
dehydrated... can be deadly.

I'm just trying not to...
throw up right now.

I don't think I'll be eating...
any more of those oysters.

This is the true...
hardcore reality of survival.

hours and hours and
hours... and even days...

just... existing.

Boredom's a k*ller...
on a time like this.

But I don't have any other choice.

I'll wait this out.

And hope that I don't throw up.

I've lost the better part of the
day... due to stomach problems.

But at least the heat of the
desert... is broken by the setting sun.

And I get a small break.

But losing time in a survival
situation... is never good.

And always frustrating.

It's been five days of survival... in
the desert... where the nights are cold...

and the days are hot.

But the Mangrove Lagoon area...
has proven to be a great location...

for gathering food.

Finding fresh water... is a bigger
problem... on the ocean's edge.

And dehydration...
comes quickly.

The heat and the wind... constantly
pull the moisture... out of my body...

through convection.

So finding a way... to replenish
that water... is vital... to survival.

No.

matter what way... you slice
it... it gets cold here at night.

There's a strong wind... still coming
in... off the ocean... and blows on here...

all night long.

Which means... I have to spend...
most of the night... just stoking the fire.

The sun's just...

coming up now.

And hopefully... actually I think...
if I stand up... I'll be in the sun.

Yeah, there it is.

It's on the feather.

Once the sun hits...
it's a world of difference.

It takes a chill... right
out of your bones.

You spend the last two hours... of any
night... just staring at that horizon...

going... come on, son.

Come on.

And it's gonna go from cold...

to very hot... very soon.

So long as my energy... is still good...
there's no point... in not looking...

for more opportunities...
to aid in survival.

It's always important... to know...
what's just around the corner.

I'm going to take... a long walk... along
the beach... see if I can... come across...

any other squid... or something
else... that might be edible...

that might have washed up.

Probably do this...
every morning.

You never know.

The coyotes... sure have
a run... along this beach.

Every night... I hear
them... yipping and yelping.

And they're obviously...
coming in real close to me.

Not close enough... for me to
see yet... but I know they're here.

Way up ahead of me... on the beach...
I can see... a couple of coyotes...

running down... at
some of the shorebirds.

I haven't been this far...
down the beach before.

Yeah... that's coyote for sure.

Yeah... he was watching
me... let me get in real close.

Trying to feel like...
dances with wolves here.

Dances with coyotes.

There's a big pole
sticking up... up here.

I gotta check this area out.

A little mini village set up.

There's that coyote.

He's curious.

See if that brings him back.

Little villages like this one... are usually
set up nowadays... by the military...

to try to stop drug smugglers...
from moving up and down the coast.

They stay out here... and keep their
chase boat hidden... ready to rush out...

and apprehend
smugglers... out on the ocean.

And this is the whole
trick... to survival.

If you can be proactive...
if you can move around...

if you can check out... where you are...
or what's around you... you never know...

what you're gonna find.

You stay put...

and wait... and wait...

and you're not sure... if
rescue's gonna come...

you don't know... what might
be... right around the corner.

Sometimes it could be a cabin.

Sometimes it could be food...
sometimes it could be rescue.

So... just even doing this...
walk along the beach... reveals...

new things to me.

Things I could make use
of... for survival... if I need to.

While walking back... to my
beach shelter... I see that the boat...

has slipped off its anchor.

It's being blown into the
shore... and destroyed slowly...

as wave after wave... digs
the keel... into the sand bottom.

Oh, man.

Okay, this boat's in rough shape now.

Let's see if I can...

get the keel to come up.

Yeah, I can't get the keel to come up.

I'm trying.

I don't think that's doing anything.

It's probably
snapped off... broken...

and now it's stuck in the sand here.

This sailboat's definitely...

seen better days.

It's done.

That's too bad.

Getting out of here.

That's a done deal.

In a true survival situation... the
loss of the boat... would spell disaster.

I had other plans... to move
inland... and find fresh water...

so it doesn't matter so
much... in the short term.

But in the long
term... it's devastating.

After five days in Mexico... it's time
to start thinking... about moving on...

and finding a greater
source... of fresh drinking water.

The small amounts... I can make... with
my water still... are not keeping up...

with my body's demands...
in the dry desert heat.

If I can... I'm gonna try and take...
as much... shelter material with me.

but it's a lot to carry.

And I don't wanna make this...

be turned into two trips.

My body needs fresh water... so my motivation...
for moving on... is at its highest.

Where I'm going...
is still along the shore.

It's a long walk... but it's along the
shore... so I can... I'm gonna drag it...

and hopefully... I don't
think it should be too heavy.

I'll put all the camera gear...

on my back... in my
backpack... as usual.

It'll be a bit of walking today...
but it'll get me to a new location...

new opportunities...

new ways to survive.

To keep it simple for now... I'm just going
to move myself... down the shoreline...

to the little village I found...
and use that as a break point...

before I head deeper...
into the hills and mountains...

in search of fresh water.

After five days of survival... on Tiburon
Island... in the Gulf of California...

I've been able to make water... and find
food... but I can't distill enough water...

to meet my body's needs...
and I'm only halfway through this.

If I'm going to make a go of it... I'll
need to head inland... and search out...

not only shelter... perhaps in
the caves... and food... but also...

fresh drinking water...
wherever I can find it.

Perhaps game trails...
will lead me to it.

Survival... comes down to the
most important element... on earth...

water.

without it... no
one can survive...

and I have five days... yet to
last... in the desert heat... of Mexico.

Chris, I've got to come
back... for you too.

walked that crazy... here... and now,
encourage people... let's the whistle...

make a walk... move
through... the memo...

please?