It has been brought to my attention that i have not been blogging quite as much as i could. Therefore, as a lesson has been canceled and i have internet:
Yesterday i woke from, my now standard, demented dreams. I think it has to do with the what i eat. As i return late of an evening, crawling home after a hard days idle conversation, i am consumed by a ravening hunger. “are you having another fry up?” asks Bart in mild surprise, as i crisp up some frankfurters and eggs and cheese into some sort of unctuous, oilsome paste which i lather onto bread. Bart is my Australian housemate and a thouraly good chap. Its either a fry up or some bread and cheese. I cant seem to function with out a nugget of faux brie and some french bread in the house. I live next to a pretty decent supermarket and i can get hold of most things. Anyway, this constant influx of cheese has lead to some vivid and often fascinating dreams. Unfortunately I am so engrossed in them, that in the morning i find it increasingly difficult to get up dispite having slept for 12 hours and not in the least bit sleepy.
But as it happened i had a vague notion that i had to do something to do today. My phone chimed, and i pass it in front of my bleary eyes. An email from my friend Hiro (same name as the chap from Heroes, but this one is a girl) reminding me of the beach party that day. A glance at the time, it was 2.00pm and the party had already started. I leapt from the bed, or at least i would have, had my body not been wracked in pain from some nameless hellvirus i had picked up in the last few days. I had bombarded it with a steady onslaught of Homeopathy from my invaluable ainsworth kit, but it had shrugged it off as if the pillules had contained nought but suger! It was only after tackling it a symptom at a time that i began to get the better of it. (i am currently feeling pretty chipper, and almost fully recovered) so, with acheing body and the sort of weasely headache that only manifests itself when you move your head slightly too quickly or happen to look at anything not directly in front of you, i headed for the shower. These jolly symptoms combine to make your movements somewhat strained, so it took me a while. i got to the living room and gave it a jerky scan. It looked like the aftermath of a terrible battle. That is if the primary tactic of said battle was to leap at your opponent with a bottle of rum and forcing him to drink as much as possible. The room was stroughn with bodies, in various stages of near death. It looked like the entire battalion had taken a full fusillade of Jaigermaster shots to the flank at the beginning of the evening and had never really recovered. “Fun bachelors party?” i asked Bart, who looked like he had personally taken a few too many for the team. and was regretting it. Aproximatly half of Australia had descended on the house over the weekend as it was a friend of Barts bachelor party and he was having it in Japan. I was invited but decided not to join them what with having a bit of jip in the head. No one seemed keen to join me for a spot of beach action so i headed off. Due to some weak instructions and the fact that it was an insane distance away it took my about two hours to get to the beach. I then spent a further 20 minutes walking up and down the west beach looking for everyone, bleating into my phone every now and again that i was pretty sure i was on a different beach to them. and lo, it transpired that they were on east beach. I made it to the group just as the sun which had blazed merrily throughout my journey by train, began to sink towards the horizon. it wasn`t cold but then again it certainly wasnt warm. Well i had come all this way, i had to swim really. I took a look at the sea. It looked pretty nasty. The sand was black and the sea was a roiling brown soup, that some how looked worse then England’s fetid waters. It was now or never so i got changed. I didnt trust the now brisk wind not to wip away my thin see-through sarong so i got changed in one of the most disgusting toilets of my career. back, i managed to persuade Asumi (alex’s girlfriend) to join me and we plunged into the dark waves. It was surprisingly warm and after a few moments, pure bliss. I didn’t realise how much i missed the sea. Feeling a surge of energy i struck out for a distant bouy. Asumi gave up pretty quick and returned to the beach and she and Hiro took some photos. I was feeling a little fatigued upon reaching the bouy, but nothing to worry about. I decided to take it easy on my return. i slid over and started a sort of backstroke. it was most pleasant. After a while i turned back over and faced the beach. It looked remarkably far away. I decided to power on a bit as there might be a mild outward drift. I was going well when i felt a startling stinging pain on my ankle. Fish? I thought to myself and carried on. Again a stinging surge across my wrist. Jelly fish! i realised. Unpleasant. Small stings cropped up all over my body. one flared across my chest and i began to become mildly concerned. Was i wading through a massive jellyfish horde?! Were they poisonous!! I turned up the speed a notch and made it to the beach. I leapt out but i didn’t bad, just as if i had been stung by a bunch of nettles. It turned out Asumi had been stung all up her leg as well. Nasty looking welts appeared on my wrist. they are still there now, but much faded. Anyway i stuck around for a bit then went to Yokahama and met up with Alex. all in all a fun day, and slightly more interesting then the average.
i will attempt to blog later.
Julio
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