when in rome my arse….
seriously…what was i thinking???
for someone who gets enough kick just getting out of a warm bed onto a cold floor on a winters morning…this latest adventure is shaping up to be the one that shaves a further few years off my life…
but it is true… when you’re away…and the opportunity presents itself…for some mind boggling (sanity questioning) reason we feel compelled to do the daftest things…
and thus…over the last few heart pounding, breath taking weeks i have successfully managed to survive:
sharing a toilet with an icky big spider
a race car inspired chicken bus driver who swerved around pot holes bigger than the bus into the steady and chaotic stream of oncoming traffic
snorkelling in the open ocean (near to where i myself had sighted 2 amorous stingrays just hours previous) not to forget that said snorkel spot was also the start of the biggest ocean drop off i had ever encountered!
eating strange and exotic (read stomach churning) bug infested foods
standing beside the lava flow of a live volcano (and wiping the sweat off my brow as my face felt like it was actually melting off)
climbing a ridiculously slippery clay vertical volcano in torrential rain (for no apparent reason)
standing on an open cliff peering down (unharnessed) into the glow of the live lava crater below (bearing in mind said volcano last erupted a mere 9 years ago)
zipped through jungle suspended some 100m above the tree canopy supported only by a WET fraying harness
voluntarily jumped off a ledge in said harness to experience the “thrill” of a tarzan swing
endured the garggling panic of popping up under my submerged raft whist braving the rapids of the toro river
walked in open toed shoes at night on a road teeming with large (toe biting sized) crabs (and evil dangly spiders overhead)
and subjected my very winter white skin to extreme tropical sunshine all in the name of adventure…
and while i take this time…to stop, catch my breath and restore peace to my poor panic stricken heart i ponder…would i do it all again???
the anxiety, the butterflies, the sleepless nights, the toilet stops….
hell yeah!!!
for if you cant pretend to be lara croft and escape the mundane truth of the real world whilst on holidays when can you huh???
may you find adventure where you least expect it!!! for thus it what brings the zest to the living!
always.
l
just another day in paradise
