No, but for real, and they're really cool. More on that in a bit...
I've realized that when there is no light in a room, I will sleep. And sleep. And go back to sleep again. My body seems to have a habit of waking up around sunrise every morning without an alarm nor fail if the sun is coming into the room, preferably onto my face. Most of the time, I turn over and go back to sleep for another hour or so before getting up for work, but it's still one of the nicest sensations to wake up with the light and warmth of the sun bathing my face, telling me that it's a new day. Today, though, I woke up late. I blame Alison, who pulled the blinds shut so that the room was swamped in darkness all morning long.
Highlights of the day:
- hand laundry. There are no laundry facilities in our apartment, and we're too lazy/cheap to take our clothing to a local laundromat, so instead, we did our laundry the old-fashioned way - my hand. It was refreshing to wash my own clothing and to put on the 50 degree Celsius-dried clothing a few hours later with the smell of the laundry soap still in the clothing, the fabric still wrinkled and somewhat stiff from being wrung dry by hand.
- the Dive Centre. We took a cab to a private beach/snorkeling (I think) club about 20-30 minutes away, and the beach was breathtakingly beautiful. The water is enclosed by mountains on either side, the water is so blue you can see down for several meters into the water even without putting your head underwater, and the water was very salty and warm. I felt a bit uncomfortable wearing my bikini, even though we were on a private beach, and sure enough, we received comments from other guys in the water. Needless to say, we didn't stay in the water for a long time. While relaxing on the beach, a fellow beach-goer chatted us up, and we began talking with him, then his friends. One was from Canada, one from the States (he last lived in Conshohocken!), and the third from Palestine/Jordan (unless I recall incorrectly).We talked for a while, then passed my Frisbee around for a bit before heading back home - the guys gave us a lift, and we ended up having dinner with them at a Thai restaurant around the corner from our place.
Now I know you're most likely sketched out and thinking that we were out of our minds to accept a ride home from someone whom we had just met. We had the same thoughts. But I don't know - maybe it was because of my experience with the people from the pick-up league who I had met the other night, or the comfort of speaking with expatriates from America - it felt comfortable to hang out with them, and hearing their stories and sharing experiences was a fascinatingly interesting conversation. Were we too trustful?
Here are some pictures from the Dive Centre:
I've realized that when there is no light in a room, I will sleep. And sleep. And go back to sleep again. My body seems to have a habit of waking up around sunrise every morning without an alarm nor fail if the sun is coming into the room, preferably onto my face. Most of the time, I turn over and go back to sleep for another hour or so before getting up for work, but it's still one of the nicest sensations to wake up with the light and warmth of the sun bathing my face, telling me that it's a new day. Today, though, I woke up late. I blame Alison, who pulled the blinds shut so that the room was swamped in darkness all morning long.
Highlights of the day:
- hand laundry. There are no laundry facilities in our apartment, and we're too lazy/cheap to take our clothing to a local laundromat, so instead, we did our laundry the old-fashioned way - my hand. It was refreshing to wash my own clothing and to put on the 50 degree Celsius-dried clothing a few hours later with the smell of the laundry soap still in the clothing, the fabric still wrinkled and somewhat stiff from being wrung dry by hand.
- the Dive Centre. We took a cab to a private beach/snorkeling (I think) club about 20-30 minutes away, and the beach was breathtakingly beautiful. The water is enclosed by mountains on either side, the water is so blue you can see down for several meters into the water even without putting your head underwater, and the water was very salty and warm. I felt a bit uncomfortable wearing my bikini, even though we were on a private beach, and sure enough, we received comments from other guys in the water. Needless to say, we didn't stay in the water for a long time. While relaxing on the beach, a fellow beach-goer chatted us up, and we began talking with him, then his friends. One was from Canada, one from the States (he last lived in Conshohocken!), and the third from Palestine/Jordan (unless I recall incorrectly).We talked for a while, then passed my Frisbee around for a bit before heading back home - the guys gave us a lift, and we ended up having dinner with them at a Thai restaurant around the corner from our place.
Now I know you're most likely sketched out and thinking that we were out of our minds to accept a ride home from someone whom we had just met. We had the same thoughts. But I don't know - maybe it was because of my experience with the people from the pick-up league who I had met the other night, or the comfort of speaking with expatriates from America - it felt comfortable to hang out with them, and hearing their stories and sharing experiences was a fascinatingly interesting conversation. Were we too trustful?
Here are some pictures from the Dive Centre:
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