A weekend ending in high spirits
I did not expect anyone to actually read this thinking that after 6 months, ppl would have forgotten to keep checking. but did not realize that you can put in an alert on the blog to new updates. I should be embarrassed, but strangely i am not. it helps that you are not in the country. I am comforted actually that you actually read this an replied. Anyway thank you for the reply.
Yo yo yo...
Had an awesome workshop weekend. (See, my fears are unfounded). It was good especially to see everyone working and being passionate over a challenge that i created. Typical KIT Challenge fashion. Fill a muttiya with water using water brought from the ocean in cupped hands, mouth, t-shirt and because i felt sorry for them...a cup. Then they had to build the highest sand castle. Micky's group was very innovtive in sitting in a circle facing each other and pushing in sand until it heaped up. Then they had to cook a fish and eat it completly with a loaf of bread. It was quite satisfying to know that they had to suffer MY creations. Ha ha...(well deserved) evil laugh...
Oh the poor dead whale. if only it could see its dead entrails popping out of its torn skin as it lay beached on the beach while an evil looking monstrous metal monster tore it into bite sized chunks to bury it on the beach in front of our hotel...the Coral sands. That beach will never be the same if i ever go there again. Imaine having your guts torn out. Going to whale hevan in pieces.Urgh!
It didnt stop me from having a swim in the ocean about a km away. i would not normally have done so, so close to the putrid smell of a once graceful amazing creature...but thought i'd keep the foreigner company. It was worth it tho. So far down wind that the action far away didn't seem to bother us or the other people on this side of the beach. There was a really strong current dragging us parallel to the beach Southwards. I cldnt help imagining how helpless i'd be if the sea drags me out to the ocean and tears me to bits on the outlying coral reefs. The ocean has always scared me a bit. i guess thats why i'm not such a beach or down south person. Guess it wouldnt be the case if i was a stronger swimmer of if i had any experience seeing the amazing sights of the underwater world thru scuba or snorkeling. i guess its a classic case of fearing the unknown devil...
The boys of the area were having a bathe in the sea close to me and the foreigner. they were probably confused about whether i was a foreigner or not, so they focused all their attention on the foreigner. By that i mean, bringing to notice that their dicks were much bigger than his. showing us their bare bottom and suddenly launching into a fit of cartwheels and summersaults. i didnt know whether it was harmless fun or some deep bitter hatred felt towards my white skinned friend??? My instinct tell me that its the former, but i have doubts.
Yo yo yo...
Had an awesome workshop weekend. (See, my fears are unfounded). It was good especially to see everyone working and being passionate over a challenge that i created. Typical KIT Challenge fashion. Fill a muttiya with water using water brought from the ocean in cupped hands, mouth, t-shirt and because i felt sorry for them...a cup. Then they had to build the highest sand castle. Micky's group was very innovtive in sitting in a circle facing each other and pushing in sand until it heaped up. Then they had to cook a fish and eat it completly with a loaf of bread. It was quite satisfying to know that they had to suffer MY creations. Ha ha...(well deserved) evil laugh...
Oh the poor dead whale. if only it could see its dead entrails popping out of its torn skin as it lay beached on the beach while an evil looking monstrous metal monster tore it into bite sized chunks to bury it on the beach in front of our hotel...the Coral sands. That beach will never be the same if i ever go there again. Imaine having your guts torn out. Going to whale hevan in pieces.Urgh!
It didnt stop me from having a swim in the ocean about a km away. i would not normally have done so, so close to the putrid smell of a once graceful amazing creature...but thought i'd keep the foreigner company. It was worth it tho. So far down wind that the action far away didn't seem to bother us or the other people on this side of the beach. There was a really strong current dragging us parallel to the beach Southwards. I cldnt help imagining how helpless i'd be if the sea drags me out to the ocean and tears me to bits on the outlying coral reefs. The ocean has always scared me a bit. i guess thats why i'm not such a beach or down south person. Guess it wouldnt be the case if i was a stronger swimmer of if i had any experience seeing the amazing sights of the underwater world thru scuba or snorkeling. i guess its a classic case of fearing the unknown devil...
The boys of the area were having a bathe in the sea close to me and the foreigner. they were probably confused about whether i was a foreigner or not, so they focused all their attention on the foreigner. By that i mean, bringing to notice that their dicks were much bigger than his. showing us their bare bottom and suddenly launching into a fit of cartwheels and summersaults. i didnt know whether it was harmless fun or some deep bitter hatred felt towards my white skinned friend??? My instinct tell me that its the former, but i have doubts.
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