Saturday, July 12, 2008

Pineapples are juicy, but prickly f$ckers..

What adventura we´ve been getting into:

The deepest lake in Guatemala, a kayaking accident extravaganza where I was the most awesomest and nearly helpful in my entire life, jumped out to help an overturned passenger, then jumped back in my kayak like a spring, was then overturned by the effort of said person getting back into theirs and using me for leverage, and then a huge jungle spider jumped on my shirt scaring the bejeezus out of me, and then I plunged once again into 900 feet of dark blue water fabled to have an enormous sea snake that swallows swimmers, and then both kayaks were too full to get into, so I swam three-quarters of a mile, in my clothes, towing the boat and, for part of the way, the person as well. And finding it hard to swim because I was laughing so hard.

I am rewarded by the following prize; even more Irishmen (different ones) at our magical little hostel on the lake with family-style dinners, learning some fabulous and hideous slang that cannot be spoken in mixed company, a game of story telling that resulted in the new phrase PINEAPPLES ARE JUICY, BUT PRICKLY F$CKERS and a game of pool that I helped win, and four that I helped lose. Plus a cool looking bandage on my wrist from the battle of the day...

Backpacking stories are cliche for sure, but damn if they aren´t the most fun to tell later...

2 comments:

Bitter Chocolate said...

Cliche you say? Wish I had the guts for backpacking... and less overprotective folks at home so I'd actually be able to tell the stories...

Anonymous said...

Oh no one, but no one knows how effin prickly they are more than I do.