Day 1
1000h:
1230h: I met up with the rest of the people who were about to embark on a life-threatening mission with me (I just learnt that there have been quite a few cases of death on Mt. Rinjani that Pacwest conveniently forgotten to mention. WHAT A SCAM!) Anyway, their faces radiated excitement at the thought of what was to come. We took a group photo and for some weird reason I was smiling like a ‘paedophile’. -.- We realized that Mrs. Ng and Ms Liew had come to send us off.
1300h: I was chatting to Y3 about how he broke his nose when he decided to show a rather vivid re-enactment of the bloody scene to me. Unfortunately my spectacle lens popped out due to his over-enthusiasm.
1330h: Ivan Seah, Y3, KR and I found an optician who kindly fixed my specs for free. Whew. I breathed a sigh of relief. A tad bit too early, as I would find out later.
1500h: We boarded our flight after the 3 of them had their Subway lunch. Halfway in the air, CZ dared me to ask for wine from the air-stewardess. Here’s where everyone has their own interpretation of what happened. Maybe I should clarify. What I asked was, “Do you serve wine?” (I was cupping my mouth because I was chewing. Not because I was trying to seduce her.) She answered, “Yes” and cocked her eyebrow. She was obviously bemused by my question. Then I asked if I could have some. She asked if I was old enough to drink. “Are you 18?” I kept quiet and felt red heat washing over my face as eyes bored into me. What a way to end the conversation!
1800h: We stepped off the plane and were greeted by an unsightly wreck that was inappropriately labelled as an airport. With all due respect, any self-respecting architect would scream if he/she ever saw the mess. Well, at least the sunset was rather beautiful.
1900h: On the bus ride, trying to convince people to play cards with me. Unfortunately, they were making a big hoohah over the bumping noise on the roof. I dismissed it as the mike making random noises over the speakers but no one heard so I withdrew into solitary pondering.
2100h: We reached the Senaru Guesthouse where we enjoyed a small dinner of fish, rice, noodles (yummy but filled with MSG), veg and potatoes (that looked like nuggets.) Then we were treated to a nice view of the night sky. Never before have we seen a sky so brightly lit by stars.
2130h: In the Stygian darkness, CZ mistook Ryan Ware for me. Naturally, we started making disgusted noises, much to CZ’s delight. Come on! How similar can we be? Probably the only similarity that we share is that we both take French. 0.o Anyway, he was lucky that I managed to resist the urge to poke fun at his allergy. (I can be very bitchy at times.) Later, we tried to guess what the traditional show was all about. Y3 and I figured out that it was about a spastic guy escaping from 3 captors. The captor who was in a fancier outfit appeared to be scolding his two subordinates for their incompetence. So much for it being a comedy. I thought it was more like a rock concert with the men banging away on their instruments. I tried to hide the fact that I was covering my ear by tilting my head to one side but Mr. Chan later told me that he spotted it. Oops. Looks like my ruse didn’t work out too well.
2200h: Edwin and Mingjun were bestowed with the grandest room, equipped fully with a heater, a queen-sized bed and a television amidst the wonderful décor. When we went to take a look, Edwin mentioned some bullshit about the lower classes gathering to taste a slice of the good life. *cough* I went over to bathe as their toilet door had a lock and I didn’t really trust GW.
2330h: Tried to sleep but many things kept me awake. First Bing Yang and his noisy bunch of racketeers talked crap until Ms. Goh came to shut them up. Then the stupid rooster kept crowing for no reason. I vaguely remember cracking a joke about knowing what to have for my next meal. Worse of all were the stupid flies who were trapped behind the curtain. They kept trying to get out but all they succeeded in doing was to create more noise.
Day 2
0630h: GW was stunned at the sight of me smashing his pillow against the glass window, hollering manically. Unfortunately, the sleep-depriving bugs refused to die. I contemplated following in the footsteps of YCX with his ant heads and primus lamp but decided against it as I was afraid of starting a fire, what with the curtains so close by.
0745h: We started our arduous journey up the mountain after breakfast. I was sweating profusely so I took out my handy-dandy towel and draped it over my neck. Come to think of it, I think it was the shirt that made me sweat so much. It seemed to retain body heat. We stopped to marvel at three trees intertwined as one. Actually, most of us weren’t really marvelling at what the locals call the ‘magic tree’. We were too busy taking a break and chatting. I think Pacwest should not have included this in their presentation. It sort of ruined the novelty of such a rare sight.
0900h: We met our porters and continued the trek. Everyone stared in amazement at the winged sandals of the porters as they shrank into the distance. Watching them, I mumbled something about needing a stick. Miraculously, I found one on the ground the very same instant. Merci, mon Dieu! See, this proves that God doesn’t need a hearing aid to hear KR. Paul and CZ started a word game while we walked onwards. Then I challenged KR to the same game, but one fraught with risk: GW could do anything he wanted with the loser. I beat him by trapping him with the word ‘yearly’ but he denied the loss. Have to admit though; he’s rather skilled for someone who would say “grasses patches”. Afterwards, we continued with naming brands but gave up soon since too many of them ended with ‘y’.
1200h: I was getting rather demoralised but we thankfully stopped for some lunch and card games. After that things started going downhill. Metaphorically. (In reality, we were trudging uphill.) The guys around me started creating a lemon fanfic about me. Naturally, I was getting rather pissed but I joined in the game and single-handedly tried to steer the conversation away from anything sexual.
1315h (roughly): It happened so suddenly. In the blink of an eye. One moment I was staring at the rocky ground beneath my feet. The next I saw a flash of blue. Then one eye’s vision suddenly turned blurry. I scrambled to the ground and started mumbling, “Great. Just great!” I fumbled to straighten my askew glasses then peered out blindly like a naked mole rat as I swept the ground. GW, who had followed me closely all the way found my lens and handed it back to me. On closer inspection, I saw a disfigured face staring back at me and turned my attention away to more important matters. The owner of the bulky blue haversack was apologising profusely. With great determination, I resisted the urge to swear at him. I even considered whacking his glasses off, but I took one look at his bulging veins and reason took over. Luckily, Ms. Goh lent me her spare glasses. It turned out that she had brought 2. (Thanks so much Ms. Goh!)
1400h: I was looking at the world through new eyes. Thankfully, the degree was quite close so I wasn’t having any major problems. What was more irritating was that the fanfic still hadn’t stopped. Not that I could be bothered about their little entertainment though. I just threatened that I would kill anyone who even tried to push the limits of PG13. That unlucky soul turned out to be GW, but I can’t really remember what he said. Talk about not respecting feelings! Looks like I’m not the only one.
1500h: We finally reached our camp, happy to complete the tough trail yet shocked to hear that it would be the gentlest. I was about to resign to my sorrowful fate (another night with a member of our friendly neighbouring country) when CZ came over and made an irresistible offer. I could sleep in a tent, with all its luxurious space to myself rather than be squeezed with that poor excuse for a poet. You can imagine the pitiful puppy eyes that GW cast at me as I beamed happily, as if I had just sealed a million dollar deal on a silly game show where models are paid to smile stupidly while opening briefcases.
1800h: Had a few rounds of Dai Ti. Then dinner. I tactfully took just the optimum amount of fibre so that I wouldn’t be forced into any uncomfortable situations. I can tell you it’s not a pleasant experience.
2000h: Stars were beautiful as usual. I lay quietly in my tent and thought happily about how I managed to thwart the plans of JH’s scheming little disciple. When my thoughts wandered over to GW’s last dejected look, I couldn’t help but ‘giggle in my endearing way.’ Worth mentioning is how we reacted when Mr. Chan called GW Guo Rui. I think in a split second, he had skilfully managed to pile on GW’s head the same number of insults I had said that day.
Day 3
0600h: GW told me about his dream but I personally thought it was more of his fabricated nonsense. Anyway, he wasn’t the only one having a rough night. I woke up every hour to the cold air craftily seizing every chance it had to steal heat from any exposed areas. I actually had to don my jacket and beanie to sleep. Could it be retribution for going off to sleep alone? After all, with two people cosily snuggled up in a tent, the heat is shared. Nah. I would rather brave the cold all over again.
0700h: Everyone was ravenous as we tore into our frozen breakfast of deceivingly shaped pineapples and bananas. Bing Yang was posing in a cool orange jacket, much like Paul with his bright orange sweater. How uncanny. Two SRs in orange. I think GW mentioned something about the SrPL needing to have 3 stripes on everything that he wore. Lol. Trust GW to come up with that.
0800h: Lagging behind the flying porters again. We climbed over ridges after ridges but the view kept getting better so I wasn’t complaining. I was also becoming drawn to the fact that my towel was beginning to smell like a day old carcass hanging from my neck. I defended it by saying how it was a talisman to keep any wannabe poets away from me. When we reached the top of a ridge, we took a batch photo which Ivan refused to join.
0900h: Ivan Lee and GW started a fanfic about Edwin. I innocently said something about Edwin gingerly taking his mother’s hands into his when he turned around to hit me. What did I say wrong?! I mean, there’s nothing wrong with feeling love for your mother is there? And after all that he had contributed to the previous day’s fanfic! Do unto others what you want others to do unto you, Edwin.
1000h: Ivan Seah took to kicking stones at GW. Occasionally, a few would hit me and I would shout back at him. The conversation was peppered with frequent jokes about Ivan’s insatiable appetite for muesli bars and his penchant for
1200h: The crater lake was spectacular. I employed GW as my personal photographer much to Ivan Seah’s disdain, who was already complaining about how slow speed. According to my reasoning, we should enjoy the scenery more if we’re already the last few.
1230h: GW discovered a heart-shaped rock. My fists tightened as I realised my mission. Ivan Seah kindly kicked it right next to the lake for me to do the honours. How could I resist? At first, I tried to move it with my stick, but gave up and kicked it in. It gave a heart-warming and reassuring plop as it sank to the bottom. GW could only watch on helplessly. Score 1 for me.
1240h: We finally caught up to the rest of them who were standing on a narrow piece of land on the lake bank. Apparently, Wen Yu had fallen into the water. Poor thing. His shoes would be wet for the entire journey and this would eventually cost him a chance to set foot on the summit. Later I found out that some other guy had also fallen over.
1300h: Lunch was the well-received noodles from Day 1, this time spammed with vegetables. Like GW, I avoided the unwanted fibre. But unlike him, I wasn’t feeling any squirming monster in my intestines yet. 6 of my batch mates started a game of Digger Dai Ti. I thought it was ironic that they excluded the guy who inspired the game. In the end I had to beg Bing Yang, Ryan, Lincoln and Y3 to let me join their game of Bridge.
1500h: I encouraged Edwin to be a pioneer instead of following Paul blindly (unlike his prefect lackeys). I chose to follow Edwin and was well-rewarded as the paths were easier to follow. By now, Edwin had gotten over the worse of his PMS, but despite the coaxing of our batch mates, still refused to sing Smackthat. We even tried the carrot and stick technique. CZ used his forearms to persuade Edwin while I gave him inspiration by mumbling half-heartedly, “Smack me”.
1700h: Finally we came to rest at our camp site. I took a few photos of the magnificent sunset as well as the summit from a distance. I was already trembling with fear at the thought of the next morning’s arduous journey.
1800h: I was standing in my shirt and shorts, freezing in the harsh breath of the clouds. I kept praying for Y3 to hurry up and get changed so that I could revel (GW, Ivan Lee and I were debating on the right way to pronounce this word) in the warmth of the tent. I actually felt a tinge of sadness for GW, who would be spending the coldest night all alone. But that feeling was quickly swept away by the bitter wind.
1900h: Y3 and I were trying to sleep in anticipation of the climb the next day. I remember doubting whether we could actually make it, judging by our speed that day. Y3 had switched into his habitual android mode so whatever conversation we shared was short and simple. My thoughts once again drifted to the lonely soul next to the Ivans’ tent. Here’s a poem by Phyllis McGinley that is rather appropriate for the occasion:
A Choice of Weapons
Sticks and stones are hard on bones.
Aimed with angry art,
Words can sting like anything.
But silence breaks the heart.
Day 4
0200h: We awoke to more inclement weather but were soon cheered up by the warm tea with biscuits. I really appreciated the porters’ dedication to their jobs. It warmed even my stone-cold heart.
0300h: We started on our slow and torturous adventure, headlamps cutting into the tenebrous surroundings. Everyone was too tired for jokes at that point so we saved our energy for scrambling upwards.
0500h: By now, I was extremely grateful to my walking stick. While others – like Mingjun – had to dig their gloves into the gravel and hoist themselves upwards, I could walk upright on my own three legs. It not only helped me to keep my balance, it also served as an anchor to prevent me from slipping down.
0600h: Gaps were beginning to show. The distance between the 1st and last group could very well have been up to 1 hour. But due to Mr. Chan’s talk on the reality of mountaineering, we “pushed on”. Mingjun was starting to suffer from a bout of altitude sickness. But by our encouragement, he persevered onwards. As our group morale was at its lowest point, we shouted out words of encouragement to each other. One memorable sentence, by Edwin, was, “If Hougang Primary can do this, so can we!” I even heard KR’s voice being raised to a record level of “delibels” (decibels).
0700h:
0745h: Conquered the evil
0800h: I took a picture with Ryan and the guide on the summit. Then I busied myself with munching on an apple and congratulating those who reached after me. As KR had said, the summit climb was the most physically exhausting activity most of us had ever engaged in.
0900h: The last few stragglers slammed themselves on the ground in exhaustion but had to quickly drag themselves up again for a group photo. GW took an informal group photo in which I was so tired that I forgot to remove my spectacles. GW took one look at the crunchy red fibre the guide had handed to him and tossed it over the mountain. He said that a part of his heart went over the mountain with it but I believe that it was more like a part of his miniscule brain.
1000h: I discovered that my walking stick had gone missing. GW suggested that it had run away to join his apple. I lamented the loss of my walking stick as we started on the very sandy descent that clouded our vision and stuffed our nostrils with icky black mucus. Digging our shoes into gravel is not something I would wish to do again. Especially if at the end, you empty your shoe and a landslide emerges.
1200h: The scenery was beginning to resemble that of a desert, with sandstorms swirling around the shrubby plants that populated the slopes. I had to break GW’s fall a few times and there was once his momentum was so great he almost pushed me off my feet. I can’t help but suspect that it was his plan in the first place. To our amusement, there was one occasion when GW knocked into me, but I stood firm. Instead Edwin and Paul, who were in front, did a somersault over each other. It sort of reminded me of the Science Centre exhibit where balls are suspected in a line. You lift one up to knock the next one but the kinetic energy is transferred to the last ball which swings away. The balls in the middle hardly move.
1300h: After getting lost thanks to Paul and Y3, who stole our guide and left the rest of us to eat his dust, we finally managed to stagger back to camp. We were greeted by banana roti prata and fried pineapple slices. Interesting breakfast! (Although it was more like brunch) Ivan Lee remarked that he had egested a piece of faecal matter as large as my head. I quickly replied that that meant my head could fit up his rear end. My good-natured joke was met by many groans of disgust.
1400h: We set off again, down a long and sandy path. I kept trying to take a picture of the summit, which was unfortunately obscured by clouds.
1500h: Paul, CZ, GW and I engaged in a fun-filled repartee. It was a great way to break the monotony of the trek while exercising the mind. See what Lit can do to you? CZ noticed that I was strangely beginning to sound like GW, but I shrugged it off. In retrospect, I should have stopped myself when I had the chance. Now my replies to who and where are fixed.
1530h: Fu Hua went off to answer nature’s call while MJ cruelly cracked a joke about my humiliating folly. It went something like, 人生自古谁无死，谁去大便不用纸。I shall not comment on it. Then the Lit students spent some time arguing about who should be who in PotC. (If you don’t know what that is, which planet do you come from?) It was decided that I am Elizabeth Swann, CZ is the monkey, Paul is the thin pirate with the wooden eye (Ragetti), Edwin is Sao Feng, GW is Captain Jack Sparrow and KR is Turner. Maybe that was why I was chanting Heave Ho a while back. Arggh. Me be the Pirate King!
1600h: Mr. Chan, Y3, CZ, Ryan, Bing Yang, Lincoln, GW and I were led by Sun to fly down the mountain. Jumping from rock to rock, we raced against the dying sun (no pun intended). Here, I have to add that Sun truly is the best guide. Unlike the other guides, he kept a steady pace that we could keep up with and thus kept our morale boosted enough to cover vast distances quickly. There was a ranger following our group, armed with a gun to shoot robbers. I remembered how Paul was shocked at their seemingly barbaric nature but come to think of it, there’s no better way to deal with robbers in such an ulu area.
1700h: GW and I chatted for a while about CZ’s love life but CZ soon turned their attention to mine. I fended off accusations of HM having a crush on me and Y3 helpfully turned around to defend me, saying that CZ was trying to hit on her but failed and thus decided to turn the tables on me. I think it’s a likely story knowing CZ’s flirtatious nature.
1730h: I teased CZ, who was swinging above us, so much that I was surprised he didn’t kill me with a flying vine or coconut. Maybe he couldn’t find any. For some reason though, he kept calling me a silver-backed gorilla to which GW questioned the origins of its silver back.
1800h: We traipsed over landmines larger than Ivan Lee’s. Y3 shouted out warnings whenever he spotted anything on the dangerous path, which was already becoming shrouded in the blanket of night. I was kind enough to share my headlamp with GW and save him from many a disaster.
1900h: We finally found ourselves at the bottom, tired but relieved. Not totally relieved because monstrous creatures were fighting to get out from our unmentionables. Bing Yang is one weird creature. He can actually manage to withstand the strain of fighting one’s own biological system without batting an eyelid. GW kept complaining to everyone around him but I shut him up. Talking about it wouldn’t help me much.
2030h: We had our 50000 rupiah buffet dinner. I couldn’t really call it a buffet though since the variety was sparse and tasted similar to what we had been having for the past few days. It shows just how adept the porters are if they can cook food with the same standard as those with proper stoves.
2300h: After a long bus ride, we finally made it to our hotel, Lombok Garden Hotel. By then, the toilet seat had begun to scream out to my yearning bowels. I pushed past everyone and ran into Paul’s toilet. Agony. Relief. Bliss. Three emotions in the order I felt them. Go figure.
2400h: GW and I stumbled on a deceptively simple yellow card lying inconspicuously on a table. Happy to get something to eat after emptying our intestines, we unsuspectingly dialed the number… to the most elaborate scam in
Day 5
0100h: Juniani entered our room, smiling as he set our omelettes and soup on the table. GW paid him and returned to watch a gory movie called Death Wish V. For some reason, the vigilante protagonist committed all sorts of random violent acts.
0200h: We went over to Edwin’s where I koped a prawn from his dish. He screamed at me in rage and chased us out of his room.
0205h: Next we visited the room shared by Y3 and CZ. There my throat started burning as my prawn allergy kicked in. Everyone laughed at my stupidity but I defended myself by saying I just wanted to piss Edwin off.
0215h: We began a game of Digger Dai Ti while continuing Death Wish V. I even commented the protagonist on his originality when he used a cling wrap to suffocate a person and scare him into divulging information. Imagine the horror of being slowly snuffed out of air, struggling helplessly against your cellophane prison as you watch your tormentor’s gleeful eyes. Due to my superb skill, I managed to retain my position in the royal family for a long time.
0230h: We got hungry again so we ordered room service, full of trust for Juniani who had appeared reliable before. After a few tries, I got through to Juniani and placed my order for a club sandwich. In his perfectly rehearsed incredulous tone, he exclaimed, “Huh 1 only?” I relayed the message to GW who changed his order to 2. Juniani sounded happy. Then I tried asking for fried potatoes in the same sort of tone you would use when speaking to either a baby or an intellectually disabled person. “Po-ta-toes”, I dragged every syllable. When I was satisfied that he had gotten my order, I asked for CZ’s change. He kept quiet so I asked again. This time he managed a “Huh?” in a pitiful voice. I decided that it wasn’t worth my breath to argue with him so I put down the phone.
0300h: Juniani appeared carrying our orders. 1 bowl of chicken porridge, 2 club sandwiches and a large plate of peanuts. I was touched by what I thought was a complimentary side dish to my porridge. But GW’s mouth hung wide open as he saw the 2 gigantic sandwiches. Y3 proposed that we pay lesser to recoup our 8000 rupiah loss and Juniani nodded his head knowingly. I remember being amazed at his sudden ability to comprehend what was being said. I had thought that it would take at least 15 minutes for him to understand. He took the cash and left.
0310: Juniani rang the doorbell again, boldly asking for 1000 rupiah more. Apparently, there was some 600 rupiah that we did not pay up. By that time, I had realized that Juniani had forgotten about our potatoes. I pried the receipt from his eager grip and discovered to my horror that the potatoes had been replaced by “kacang goreng”. CZ revealed to me that it meant fried peanuts and I gave a yelp of indignation. We also found out that the club sandwiches cost 4000 rupiah more than the stated price. So in the end, Juniani escaped, 8000 rupiah richer while all we could do was bemoan our fate. I even gave GW 20000 rupiah to compensate his loss since I was partly responsible for being conned in the first place.
0330h: We made our way to Edwin’s where we dumped our unwanted food. I left KR, Edwin and GW to watch Real Madrid vs.
0725h: MJ burst into our room noisily. It turned out that we had overslept and GW had forgotten to lock the door. We hurried down to a breakfast of fried rice and vegetables.
0800h: After dumping our bags into two rooms, we took a bus to the beach. Ivan Lee got a beach ball from Sun. Wish granted by the magical guides.
0930h: Some of us rented snorkels and bought fish food. I shared my fish food with CZ and didn’t bother to rent anything else as I thought they were unnecessary. We then boarded the boat to the island.
0945h: We stepped onto pristine white sand warmly caressing our toes. CZ, the Ivans and KR made a
1000h: Truthfully enough, the flippers and snorkels proved to be more of a hindrance. Everyone was amazed at the fish swarming to eat the bread crumbs but I thought the fish weren’t as beautiful and diverse as
1100h: We started a sand war among ourselves. Ivan Seah, being the usual anti-social person, decided to stay out of the water. After a while, we proceeded to bury Paul. When we finished our master-piece, I shuddered at the thought that I had actually volunteered to be buried before Paul, just that no one had heard. When Paul was getting up, Mr. Chan had a brain wave which would lead to the ultimate disgrace of the HEAD BOY of Raffles Institution 2006-2007. When I showed the picture to my brother, he couldn’t believe that Paul would sully his perfect reputation like that. I replied that he didn’t have much of a choice.
1230h: I sat at the end of a long table, feasting on barbequed fish and rice. The fish was a little salty but tasted crisp and fresh. I sipped from the vintage Coke bottle and wondered if I could bring it home as a souvenir. Sadly, the shop owner wanted it back.
1300h: We shared some of our experiences in the trip and gave our warm gratitude to Sun and his team. Ms. Goh made me feel a little guilty as she spun her sad tale about lagging at the back with no one left in sight but the guide behind her. But then again, she really was very slow and naturally we would be more concerned about reaching the summit after paying over SGD 600. Mr. Chan also made a joke about the ranger and how he just shot the gun for fun. GW and I made eyes at each other… (rolling eyes, not anything else)
1430h: We shopped at the most civilized place I had seen in days. It actually looked like a proper shopping mall, albeit the décor being a bit bland. I managed to get my glasses fixed at an optician shop. But the two men kept puzzling over the alien frame, like how a couple of cave men would pore over a car, fascinated by technology they had never seen before. (Okay, I’m exaggerating a bit. But they really took a long time.) Some of us bought nice wallets under Y3’s influence. GW bought the same wallet as me and joked that we wouldn’t be seen around each other after this trip anyway. “Quite true,” I laughed. I followed Y3 to a cool surfing shop. I was absorbed in choosing a shirt, thinking I could spend like a king, when Y3 came over and flipped over a price tag. I saw the 6 digit number printed on it and we made a quick escape. In the last few frenzied moments of our buying spree, I chose a Megaman PS1 game which I’ve still not tried out) for 3000 rupiah, just for the sake of spending. Then CZ, Y3 and I bought a Milo McFluree each. It tasted delicious, just like a Mr. Softee. I even tipped the staff of McDonald’s, much to her delight.
1530h: We found ourselves back at our hotel and stuffed our merchandise into our bags. I returned my glasses to Ms. Goh with much gratitude.
1545h: We reached our airport where Sun sang us a familiar goodbye song in Bahasa Indonesia. Everyone erupted in applause and we bade our final farewells and thank you’s. Separation is never easy.
1600h: I marveled once again at the airport’s security loopholes. KR remarked to me in amazement that he just snuck past the immigration authorities without getting his passport stamped. Ironically, we also found out $21 worth of gadget poles waiting for us. We did our last bit of shopping where I bought a random wire figurine carrying a guitar for a Father’s Day gift. I also purchased two black wooden pigs for Mathan. I wonder why. Then I tried to ask around for a 10000 rupiah note with a picture of Rinjani on the back. Only CZ and KR were lucky enough to get one.
1700h: We waved a fond goodbye to
2100h: We finally touched down and I made a joke about KR’s ambition to mumble over an airplane’s PA system. We picked up our bags and bade farewell to each other, happy to return to our comfortable beds.
Note: In retrospect, I think KR and CZ are right. I’m beginning to speak a lot like GW. I think I’m to GW what Dorian Gray was to Lord Henry. Because of him, my innocence was tainted, like in the story. Any more similarities? Just a couple.
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