So yesterday a bunch of us decided to go for a walk in a national park here in the city. However, after seeing some monstrous killer demon fish and some oddly deformed and gargantuan duck-aliens in the pond, we ran out of things to stare at like tourists. So, being the brilliant people that we are in a country that was invaded in a civil war of sorts only 30 years ago, we crossed a main road, meandered through what was a perfect movie-set minefield, and then debated where to go from there. Like in any good movie, for the action (or horror, whatever) to start, the group must split up, so we did.
The two boys, two other girls and I decided to go climb a mountain we could see in the distance. Not climb a trail, not take the road, but just go straight up the side of the mountain, picking our way up the loose soil through pricker bushes and ... oh yeah... abandoned gun turrets. After climbing down inside it to explore (because that's a brilliant idea) we ventured on.
When we got to a point where we couldn't climb any higher on the mountain, we decided to try the road to see if we could get to the very top. Now, to Joe, Alana and I, the barbed wire, razor wire, big gate blocking the road, military barracks and the giant "stop" sign seemed designed to indicate that maybe we should turn around at that point. Unfortunately, to the other two, it was a clear invitation to explore.
Long story short, when the soldier with the very big rifle came jogging towards us, we made a very hasty retreat back down the mountain, while I debated which of my companions to trip in order to make my getaway.
What makes this such a good story is the fact that I did NOT in fact get shot with the very big rifle, nor even thrown into a foreign prison. I've heard those aren't fun.
In today's news, my class schedule is all messed up, but the Cypriots in my photo class are a total riot, and after class we ended up just hanging out and chatting in the cafe for two hours.
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Mom
2/2/2009 07:47:59 am
It's true. Stop means don't go any further. You never were very good with that or with the 'no' word, were you?
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February 2009
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