The Esther-esque Escapade of a Swashbuckling Swaggerer
Oh yeah, it’s the second part of the recent adventure. When I say second part, it’s not separated. It’s totally the same adventure, only from a slightly different point of view. I know last time I wrote such an unworthy piece of blogpost, shock-ridden. I may have not looked like it but I was still in shock.
Now that I’m a wee bit better, I feel like writing in different light. Just a bit different. You don’t really expect me to say something nice about the venturesome trip, do you? Especially when I travelled with a bunch of good-for-nothing guys. Insensitive and ignorant sort of creatures, they were. I hope my path and theirs will never cross again.
Uh-oh. This is supposed to be the nice post. Okay, let’s see if I can recall anything nice. I’ll try my best.
Ahem, nothing entertained me enough other than a guy with emo haircut who grew a beard. Oh, he also wore very low v-neck shirt and skinny jeans. What could it mean? I don’t want to sound too bloody racist as I usually am but he looked like a confused hippy teenager (or teen hippy? I’ve never got it sorted out) who grew up in a devout Moslem environment but watched too much Korean shows, pretending to know a thing or two about photography.
Am I being too harsh? You should’ve seen him. It was rather amusing, though. Sitting not too far from him made me feel like being a part of a freak show. That guy was totally clueless about his appearance. I was even thinking of buying him a mirror, in case he’d never had one.
That was one. I’ll try again. Ugh, I’m afraid that was all about my poor companions. The boat crews were none the better. I shall not talk about people then. People were only the source of all problems.
What do I like best of all? Ah, Food. Seafood to be exact. I mean, where else could you get the best of seafood if not by the sea? It felt heavenly, being there to enjoy the seafood. Normally, when I see seafood, I tend to lose control and behave the farthest from ladylike manner. Only on the trip I could manage to act civilised in the presence of ravishing food. Because there was just so much of it. I didn’t have to be afraid of running out of it.
And then there were sunrise and sunset. Particularly sunset. Sunrise is far better viewed from a certain height. I didn’t travel all the way to those bloody places just to see sunrise. I had seen better, hence no expectation. But the sunset, oh the sunset.
It was beauteously pulchritude. Really, it was way beyond beautiful. I could be sitting there everyday and watching it without ever, ever, getting sick of it. I think the sunset was the best part of the hellish journey. Lucky I got to see it twice. First one was on the bloody boat, but the second one was way better. I saw it with the person who was with me during the panic attack.
Oh, I think I forgot to mention earlier that I met someone. Remember the part where I was choking and sobbing? Yeah, I met someone right after that. He asked what had happened to my face, clearly saw the result of pouring out too many tears. He was nice and better yet, good-looking.
We talked for quite a while, said bye when it was time to leave. I never thought that I would see him again. Two islands later, we met again. Coincidence, it might have been. He said he would be in my city for a while. Yeah, he was asking me out. I said yes, though. Since he mentioned about seeing the Three Musketeers. I’m pretty easy, eh?
So that was another good part. And the last. That’s all I can tell you, I’m afraid.