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So, I did many interesting and scary things in Belize, but the scariest thing I have ever done. Ever. Was to climb this extremely sketchy treehouse at Tikal (which is in Guatemala if you want to get technical).

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clocketpatch: A small, innocent-looking red alarm clock, stuck forever at 10 to 7. (Default)
... that I have returned. Hello. *waves* Did you miss me?

Five weeks in the jungle. Five weeks of adventure and freedom and fun (and getting really dirty) and now it's over and it just seems like a dream. Was it really me bouncing through the bush on a jerky tractor ride every morning at 6:00 AM? Was it really me - who is mortified of heights and never managed to jump off a high diving board because of it - was it really me who climbed the three tallest temples at Tikal? Scooted up rickety wooden ladders - and not to mention a very sketchy tree house. Was that me? It seems impossible now that I'm back to my cozy little hole.

Damn, it certainly wasn't me getting drunk out of my mind on donkey punch and dirty dancing with Belizian men. Not proper little old me who's never had a real boyfriend, who's never been kissed -

Not me.

And who was that girl, that girl who's never gone camping in her life, who hates spiders, who managed five weeks in a tent with tarantulas? who?

That girl who ran around a tropical country with people oh so much more experienced and saying "This is so cool I've never done this before!" at least twice a day, if not twice an hour.

Was that me? Agoraphobic me who has difficultly leaving the house some days for fear of -

something...

Couldn't have been. Must have been a dream, a very strange, very vivid dream. That's nothing I'd ever do.

But I did. Oh dear. Which means I can do it again, and I want to. 

Oh dear.

Anyway, I'm back. Stand by for pictures.
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Apr. 15th, 2008 12:59 am

Tent

clocketpatch: A small, innocent-looking red alarm clock, stuck forever at 10 to 7. (Default)

So... it's less than three weeks now before I depart for Belize. Five weeks in the jungle, living in a tent, being woken up at 4:00AM by howler monkeys, having poop flung at me by those same monkeys... (no experience with it, but that's what I've been told by people who've done the trip in the past. That and: CHECK YOUR ASS FOR TICKS, which I plan on doing.)

I bought my trowel and geologist pick the other day. It made me feel real chuffed, like a real archaeologist. The pick just feels so nice in my hand. I've named it Squeakers after my first hamster... 

Anyway, I thought that, with that final purchase, I'd be all set to go excavating Maya ruins and being Indiana Jones-ish (which brings me to another point. I am totally MISSING the new Indiana Jones movie. Doesn't that just blow chunks? Seriously, I'm missing Indiana because I'm off in the jungle trying to imitate him; that's got to be irony of some form... Well, not trying to imitate him exactly, because he's kind of a sucky archaeologist, and I'd decided to go for this profession before I'd seen any of the movies... but still!)

Right, I kind of got distracted for a minute there. My room mate says that I like to chase butterflies in my head, whatever that means. Anyway, I thought I was all ready to go. Then I did a trial run with my tent. 

*lets loose long chain of expletives*

The box says it is *supposed* to be a hexagonal dome tent with a floor space of 1.5x2 metres. In reality it is a RECTANGLE with a floor space of about half a metre by 1.5 metres. My room mate told me it's the weirdest looking tent she's ever seen. I couldn't lie lengthwise in the bloody thing! So I checked the box and it's not a child tent or something. It's supposed to fit two people. I don't know how that's supposed to work unless they're on top of each other.

I am so glad I kept the reciept.

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