Monday, May 12, 2008

The weekend I thought I might die.

Getting stuck at the foot of a smoking, active volcano was creepy. Having sunburn, 15 people, and little water was creepy. Not seeing another car, person, road, or cell phone service for four hours was creepy. Having the jack almost break the driver's leg was creepy. My friend Carmel's swollen toes was creepy. Lifting up rocks to put under the car and finding scorpions was creepy. But the worst part was when our last remaining jeep was speeding and sliding around and turning corners on two wheels, then stalled and almost rolled off a cliff. Not a joke.

That was the scariest part of safari.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

i would have cried.

Beanorama said...

i did cry. and the drivers made fun of me.