I’m stuffed. It’s 7am and I feel like death. I can’t breathe. My heart is racing. I am all flushed. My hands are shaking. My legs are killing are me. I have broken out into major sweats!
Am I dying?
No. It might just be due to the fact that I have just had to walk down 21 flights of stairs. I think even my toenails are gasping for air. God am I that unfit?
[For the Americans - Lift = Elevator]
Have you ever heard me say, “Everything happens for a reason!”? Well this morning was one of those justice times that reiterated that statement. I was already walking out of my room on the 21st floor when I realised I hadn’t locked my bags. Under normal circumstances this shouldn’t be a big deal but out here I don’t think it’s a very clever thing to forget but maybe I’m just paranoid. I do think however I have the right to be paranoid when it’s my entire life in these two suitcases. So I rushed back in, locked my bags and shot out again to get to the lift thinking, “I am going to be so pissed if I have just missed the lift because of this!”
That last comment might seem arbitrary but that is only because I have not yet explained that there is only one lift in operation in this 25 story, “4 Star” gem of a hotel. During the refurbishment of lift No.2, the service lift was made available which has subsequently broken down.
I get to the lift and as I reach for the button I see it cruising past 21. Arrgggghhh!!! Now I’m pissed. I was right. I missed it because of my stupidity of not locking my bags to start with. Then I calmed myself down by thinking, “It’s ok, everything happens for a reason. I was meant to miss that lift”. Just then the lift bell started ringing. It was stuck on the 14th floor.
Now I have all these thoughts dashing around in my head. In between fleeting flashes of guilt, because maybe I jinxed that lift and I was now the reason it got stuck (could I be that powerful?), I was trying to come to grips with the reality of the fact of me having to climb down 21 flights of stairs. Eventually I just bit the bullet and started my epic descent down Mount Everest.
Surprisingly enough it didn’t take that long but maybe that’s why I am completely screwed up now and will probably be this way for the rest of the week. I never paced myself! Silly silly man!
Be still my beating heart!
get over it…..you wanted this, — don’t forget. you wanted mother africa and all her glory. I am a bit envious; I miss her dearly. I am dealy with Kareoke bars (trouble, when you can’t sing)!!!!
Payne - Yeah that’s what I felt this morning. Loads of PAYNE! (pain?). My darling my diddly my duck. How the hell is Korea sweetie? I need pics. Get some really hectic ones and a story attached that I can stick online from time to time. You really are a travel bug! Hang on a sec. You should be fast asleep now. Or very very pissed (drunk not angry). What are you still doing awake?
21?! Sheesh…I think I will start thinking of you as HooX…the stair master. Keep that up and you’ll have buns of steel in no time.
Lou - OI!!!! I will have you know I have GREAT buns! You know! You saw them!
And I will have you know, I did the 21 flights again this morning. I am not looking forward to the time I have to walk UP!!!!
There’s no way for me to agree to this without admitting to checking out your buns, is there?
Right… *blush*
So…
How was your trip up the stairs?
hahahaha…yes, i was very drunk that night. i can’t even explain with the many shots of VODKA. it was our last night of orientation before heading out on our own. ahhhh…the stories — I don’t think that I am allowed to share some of them. no worries, many more to come in the year. yeah this travel bug is experiencing yellow dust and communal eating without your shoes on. yay. 10 more min till home time. hope that you are having fun!!!!!
Payne - You need to explain what this yellow dust is. And Im loving your emails by the way. Your life seems like a blur between pissups! I LOVE IT!