Lol.
Anyways. I move on... Every now and then the boat owner comes to me and asks for a little bowl of milk, and I keep wanting to ask him what it's for, 'cause be doesn't drink it or anything... so I just went ahead and asked him. Turns out that his Indian fortune telling guru person told him that every Tuesday evening he's to wash this little shiny white stone in milk. I honestly thought he was joking. I mean, I always knew he was a little quirky, but this? Hahaha, so unexpected for a 60 year old, very formal, wealthy British business man. I LIKE it. And then today at lunch, I asked him and his wife if they'd like some ice cream, she says yes please, looks at him to see if he'll say the same, he looks at me, looks at HER, with a smug look on his face, and says "oh, not for ME, my body is a TEMPLE", baaahahaha. I think I like this guy.
I had MORE, but then I got tired so that's all there is for now. Stay tuned for why I needed to see what there WAS on skyscanner and the twisty stomach, racing heart, dizzy head feelings I've been geting about being back in South Africa. I have these mild episodes of schitzophrenia and other psychotic tendencies (shuddup). One day it's; "OLEH I'm going HOME, oooohweeee it's gonna be so much FUN" and the next... it's "oh god, I'm going home, what if I become that ridiculous person I was before I left, the one who lived in pyjamas and stared at blank walls for over a year, nooo, no no NO" (she wasn't a whole bag of fun, I'm NOT gonna lie, what if she's still IN there, the heinous creature, and she just wants to come back and make me sad again I haaaaate her I can't EVER go home EVER again!). Yes. I have a few issues, dealing with them. Enough. Good night.
