(The above picture is sponsored by swimming doggo – because he was cute and just having so much fun)
I’m going to be honest for a second, why did I pick such a hot country. Everyone knows I hate, like seriously hate, any type of heat or sun. I wear black nearly everyday, I stay home when it’s sunny, I shade hop when I’m out. But here I am, middle of July, in highs of 30+ degrees weather, walking along a strip of hotels and restaurants.
The one thing hours stranded in an airport does to you, is you find new books to read. I picked up The Immortalists by Chloe Benjamin and so far it’s a good read. I may do a book review – I have 2 typed up reviews so far but I’m yet to post them. I’m waiting for the right moment.
This post is really choppy but I’m trying to put as much into it as possible. So today we saw a kid drop into the water. I saw we saw him drop, we actually saw panicked adults rush over and a man jump in to pull the kid out. Turns out he was reaching for his toy that had fallen in, became unbalanced and dropped. His brother who was only 3 inches taller than he jumped in after to save his brother but also got stuck because the ledge back onto land was quite high for him to climb back up. Cue the random man who was enjoying his lunch throwing himself in to lift the boys up safely. You could say it was paternal instinct – I mean we all hypothesize but not many people would risk themselves to save someone who isn’t related to them. When I get back I’m probably going to quit drinking and smoking and take up swimming again. Could have been a good competition swimmer but chose friends that I no longer associate with.
All in all, the most I’ve really done so far is think and get sad with what I realise. I pretty much realised I fucked myself over with bad decisions and all. But why bother dwelling on things that can’t be changed.
For me, this post has become boring and awkward so I’ll end it here. 2 more days and then I’m back. Fun, fun, fun.