Over-promised, under-delivered....YEUUCH!! Scheizer
The alarm in my watch sounded at 6.30 am on a Saturday morning.....and I dragged myself out of bed to get ready to 'pump up' the economy of a neighbouring country for a trip to view 'fireflies'.
Well, en route to the gathering point, the contact lense in my left eye popped out, so I decided to be 'gung-ho' and removed the other one in my right eye. Figured I'd rather be short-sighted than to go about with vision like an one-eyed Jack. Boarded the bus and trundled along the route for my day excursion. I was beginning to feel the effects of not having near-perfect vision, and having Jacq casually mentioning the effects of Lasik surgery didn't help either.
Thank goodness the coach stopped at a shopping mall after breakfast. From the exterior, it was none too impressive. Step inside, however, and it was a different story altogether. Boutiques of mid-priced brands were lined up one after another. I made a beeline for the optician, and managed to get a pair of daily disposable contacts. With my vision restored, I thought it would be a good excursion, or so I thought.
Lunch was a miserable affair. In the itinerary, we were 'promised' seafood lunch with crab. I certainly didn't see any crab. Then we made our way to a fruit farm. Everything was ho-hum. Dinner was worse, as the 'promised' lobster dinner became crabs. Albeit crustacean, but the point is that lobsters and crabs aren't exactly in the same league.
Fireflies were quite a sight. My main grouse, and believe you me, it is so cringe-worthy, is the toilets. Really, the TANDAS is super AWANG. Tandas = toilet and Awang = smelly in Malay. In fact, smelly doesn't quite cut it. Jacq and I were cringing all over the place everytime a trip to the loo was needed. I don't even want to think about it. Compared to this, the mosaic-tiled toilet of the hotel room I had in Auckland seemed like a luxury.
The title says it all.....I think I am so not cut out for missionary work in countries without proper and clean toilets. Will probably die from holding in all the toxins unless I absolutely have to go. Ask me how I cope during my field camps in army? The muesli bars issued as part of the rations were good at 'inducing' constipation. Go figure..
Well, en route to the gathering point, the contact lense in my left eye popped out, so I decided to be 'gung-ho' and removed the other one in my right eye. Figured I'd rather be short-sighted than to go about with vision like an one-eyed Jack. Boarded the bus and trundled along the route for my day excursion. I was beginning to feel the effects of not having near-perfect vision, and having Jacq casually mentioning the effects of Lasik surgery didn't help either.
Thank goodness the coach stopped at a shopping mall after breakfast. From the exterior, it was none too impressive. Step inside, however, and it was a different story altogether. Boutiques of mid-priced brands were lined up one after another. I made a beeline for the optician, and managed to get a pair of daily disposable contacts. With my vision restored, I thought it would be a good excursion, or so I thought.
Lunch was a miserable affair. In the itinerary, we were 'promised' seafood lunch with crab. I certainly didn't see any crab. Then we made our way to a fruit farm. Everything was ho-hum. Dinner was worse, as the 'promised' lobster dinner became crabs. Albeit crustacean, but the point is that lobsters and crabs aren't exactly in the same league.
Fireflies were quite a sight. My main grouse, and believe you me, it is so cringe-worthy, is the toilets. Really, the TANDAS is super AWANG. Tandas = toilet and Awang = smelly in Malay. In fact, smelly doesn't quite cut it. Jacq and I were cringing all over the place everytime a trip to the loo was needed. I don't even want to think about it. Compared to this, the mosaic-tiled toilet of the hotel room I had in Auckland seemed like a luxury.
The title says it all.....I think I am so not cut out for missionary work in countries without proper and clean toilets. Will probably die from holding in all the toxins unless I absolutely have to go. Ask me how I cope during my field camps in army? The muesli bars issued as part of the rations were good at 'inducing' constipation. Go figure..
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