After the tranquil boat jaunt we then had one of the most stressful journeys imaginable in order to get back to the house boat in time. To cut a long and traumatic story short. We saw two accidents. In the first one, a little girl got knocked off a bike (she was okay. Phew). I totally shit myself though. I reckon I’ve only just regulated my heartbeat now. The second one, a car hit the back of a bus. Annoyingly it was a woman driver so the tuk tuk driver and Phillip thought that this was most amusing. It’s great to see that sexism is alive and well in all continents.
We then drove through a village where there were about 20 men, all standing in the street eating. They waved for us to stop, which the tuk tuk driver duly did. Bear in mind that we’re already late and getting a bit stressy about arriving to the boat in time. The guys then offer us cups of this rice pudding type gear to celebrate the Onam festival. It was such a sweet gesture so we all accepted but we hadn’t bargained on it being nuclear hot. The tuk tuk driver tells me I need to hurry cause we’re late. You fucking stopped. So after irreparably scalding the roof of my mouth we set off and arrived (an hour late) just in time to get on the boat.
It felt immediately peaceful. I had my own little room with an en suite bathroom. How very posh. I also had, in my bathroom, a huge spider. He was the size of a fist. I don’t actually mind spiders. I’m pretty cool with most things except for frogs, which are the spawn of the devil. I told Karin and Phillip they should come and see him. Phillip gallantly said that he would catch him and release him into the wild. He came out about two minutes later with a glum look on his face. Sadly in his attempt to free the spider, he accidently killed him instead. This blog is turning into a video nasty for insects. I didn’t even get a chance to name this one. If I had, he would’ve been called Gary.
It wasn’t long till we moored up and then we were brought our dinner. We had 3 staff (how very decedent). Only two were on board. The third arrived whilst we were docked and said that he was sorry he was late but he was visiting his friend in hospital. He said that he and his friends were in a car accident. I then asked if everyone was okay and he said no my friend is dead. Talk about kill the conversation. He seemed quite chipper though. I on the other hand was distraught.
After dinner Karin and I played a came called Rummikub. It’s essentially a card came but has been changed so you use little peg/counters instead. I was utterly shit at it but I loved playing. I am a massive game nerd. I love to play games. The Breeds’ play games at Christmas time and it’s what I look forward to most (that, and getting lots of stuff!!). I am the undisputed champion of Downfall (although I can just see our Jo reading this now, imagining that she has at some stage beaten me. In your dreams, Joey). If anyone thinks that they can beat me I will happily defend my title (even though the title is only really in my head).
We then drove through a village where there were about 20 men, all standing in the street eating. They waved for us to stop, which the tuk tuk driver duly did. Bear in mind that we’re already late and getting a bit stressy about arriving to the boat in time. The guys then offer us cups of this rice pudding type gear to celebrate the Onam festival. It was such a sweet gesture so we all accepted but we hadn’t bargained on it being nuclear hot. The tuk tuk driver tells me I need to hurry cause we’re late. You fucking stopped. So after irreparably scalding the roof of my mouth we set off and arrived (an hour late) just in time to get on the boat.
It felt immediately peaceful. I had my own little room with an en suite bathroom. How very posh. I also had, in my bathroom, a huge spider. He was the size of a fist. I don’t actually mind spiders. I’m pretty cool with most things except for frogs, which are the spawn of the devil. I told Karin and Phillip they should come and see him. Phillip gallantly said that he would catch him and release him into the wild. He came out about two minutes later with a glum look on his face. Sadly in his attempt to free the spider, he accidently killed him instead. This blog is turning into a video nasty for insects. I didn’t even get a chance to name this one. If I had, he would’ve been called Gary.
It wasn’t long till we moored up and then we were brought our dinner. We had 3 staff (how very decedent). Only two were on board. The third arrived whilst we were docked and said that he was sorry he was late but he was visiting his friend in hospital. He said that he and his friends were in a car accident. I then asked if everyone was okay and he said no my friend is dead. Talk about kill the conversation. He seemed quite chipper though. I on the other hand was distraught.
After dinner Karin and I played a came called Rummikub. It’s essentially a card came but has been changed so you use little peg/counters instead. I was utterly shit at it but I loved playing. I am a massive game nerd. I love to play games. The Breeds’ play games at Christmas time and it’s what I look forward to most (that, and getting lots of stuff!!). I am the undisputed champion of Downfall (although I can just see our Jo reading this now, imagining that she has at some stage beaten me. In your dreams, Joey). If anyone thinks that they can beat me I will happily defend my title (even though the title is only really in my head).
Dear diary. Smashing day. Night. x
Get yourself playing Backgammon if you've not already Kate, it's a brilliant game. Easy to learn and is fantastic for travelling as lots of people play it.
ReplyDeleteWhen you're back in blighty I'll introduce you to Pass the Pigs, we play it as a drinking game. We can give it a go when we head down The Valley.
Talking of Charlton. We really are very very shit. No heart, no passion and no skill against Millwall. It was embarrasing in the extreme.
Sam x