Funny story, probably a 'you had to be there' though. On the bus out to this beautiful town I was squished in the back between a thai man and a korean man. Both men fell asleep instantly, darn. Their previously conscious attempts not to transgress further into my spacial boundaries (beyond what was already unavoidable) were gone to the wind! And the road--was anything but straight, I mean windiest of windy mountain roads. The thai man, who's name I later found out was Mr. Choiasjflskdjlkjetwioi, succumbed to the kind of sleep that rendered him akin to a rag-doll made out of noodles. Every time that minibus swerved left I would watch his head swing ever closer to my shoulder. The idea of that event actually occurring was both quite unwanted and really really funny to think about. So I giggled through my prayers that the bus would only make right hand turns for the next 2 hours.
Friday, June 10, 2011
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Funny story, probably a 'you had to be there' though. On the bus out to this beautiful town I was squished in the back between a thai man and a korean man. Both men fell asleep instantly, darn. Their previously conscious attempts not to transgress further into my spacial boundaries (beyond what was already unavoidable) were gone to the wind! And the road--was anything but straight, I mean windiest of windy mountain roads. The thai man, who's name I later found out was Mr. Choiasjflskdjlkjetwioi, succumbed to the kind of sleep that rendered him akin to a rag-doll made out of noodles. Every time that minibus swerved left I would watch his head swing ever closer to my shoulder. The idea of that event actually occurring was both quite unwanted and really really funny to think about. So I giggled through my prayers that the bus would only make right hand turns for the next 2 hours.
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Kyla,
You should become a journalist. You make me laugh.
Talk to you soon?
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