Shite Cannonball

Schlepped down south for a hash yesterday - and it turned out to be amazing! It was like in the middle of nowhere, and while we were waiting, we saw a giant monitor lizard crossing the road! It was seriously almost a Komodo dragon. Then we all got on a long-tail boat and started speeding up this crazy tidal river, past all these little stilt houses. The river got smaller and smaller and the boat got faster and faster . . . until it was almost like slalom. Wah!

Got out in the middle of nowhere and started our run. It was really pretty, through all these little shrimp farms and manmade lakes . . . no roads at all. Except . . . there was one part where we had to swim across this channel b/w two lakes. It looked like you could wade, but when I jumped in, I could barely touch with my tiptoes. Swam across, climbed out all muddy and ran up to ANOTHER water crossing! This time the nine-year old in me decided to do a cannonball into it - not thinking that this would MAKE MY WHOLE HEAD GO UNDER! Gah! I was completely submerged in stinky shite water! Came up and immediately thought - I am going to at least have an ear infection! Was spitting the whole time I was running cause the shite water was trickling into my mouth! Will probably have typhoid too, and cholera. Just waiting to get sick!

This weekend (if not dead) will be going on the bike hash. Can barely contain my excitement. Concept of a bike hash is up there with Jesus, Nirvana and Existential Bliss, all rolled into one. Need to adjust expectations a little, probably, in case it is not really all THAT cool.