Monday, January 10, 2005
Back to normal
At bloody last. A good night's sleep, a smooth day at work. How badly did I need that? Now all I need is for the temperature to jack up by about 40 degrees and all will be well with the world.
On another note, I've been hearing second- and third-hand accounts of the bumpy New Year's Day boat ride that I shared in Thailand with half the teachers in town. People thought they were going to die, it was the scariest journey they'd ever been on, never set foot on a boat again, scared of the water now, saw God at one point, wanted to call my family to say goodbye and tell them I loved them etc. etc.
Eh? I just thought it was a boat ride on choppy seas. Of course, when I mentioned this to a couple of the others I received the reply, "Well, you were upstairs, weren't you? You weren't there when the window fell in."
No I wasn't, but I hardly feel that being downstairs would have made me feel like death's icy hand had been placed on my shoulder. Hell, I managed to go downstairs to the bathroom and skin up (not that I'm trying to show off as my rolling skills are appalling, but I'm just trying to point out the fact that this was hardly the Poseidon Adventure we were caught up in). I'm sorry, but the sight of a window pane breaking and the sound of shattering glass just doesn't induce mortal terror in me. Any form of transportation in India is far more bowel-emptyingly horrifying than that boat ride, for example. Or riding on horseback in the middle of a lightning storm in Mongolia.
Come on people. That boat ride was fun. Admit it.
That's the end of the matter as far as I'm concerned.
On another note, I've been hearing second- and third-hand accounts of the bumpy New Year's Day boat ride that I shared in Thailand with half the teachers in town. People thought they were going to die, it was the scariest journey they'd ever been on, never set foot on a boat again, scared of the water now, saw God at one point, wanted to call my family to say goodbye and tell them I loved them etc. etc.
Eh? I just thought it was a boat ride on choppy seas. Of course, when I mentioned this to a couple of the others I received the reply, "Well, you were upstairs, weren't you? You weren't there when the window fell in."
No I wasn't, but I hardly feel that being downstairs would have made me feel like death's icy hand had been placed on my shoulder. Hell, I managed to go downstairs to the bathroom and skin up (not that I'm trying to show off as my rolling skills are appalling, but I'm just trying to point out the fact that this was hardly the Poseidon Adventure we were caught up in). I'm sorry, but the sight of a window pane breaking and the sound of shattering glass just doesn't induce mortal terror in me. Any form of transportation in India is far more bowel-emptyingly horrifying than that boat ride, for example. Or riding on horseback in the middle of a lightning storm in Mongolia.
Come on people. That boat ride was fun. Admit it.
That's the end of the matter as far as I'm concerned.
# posted by Stuart Reid @ 6:26 PM 
