Friday, May 02, 2008
I hate the rain in Singapore, I hate the rain in Melbourne more. At home, at least if it rained you could tell if it would last long or just a passing shower. You could prepare to leave the house with an umbrella knowing that it won't get destroyed by wind while you're out. And if you didn't have an umbrella, you could run from mall to mall, from underpass to bridges to get from one point to the other without getting too wet.
It rained today, and we were stuck under a small shelter jutting out from a shop, that wasn't even enough to keep us dry. Running from one shelter to the next meant getting wet. But all that was OK. Then, we wanted to cross the road, and when it turned green we dashed across only to be stopped half way why?? Because there was a HUGE puddle of water there, and the cars were waiting, the tram was waiting, what were the options? Turn and run back to the small shelter, or through the puddle to the other side. So we ran through the puddle getting our feet, shoes, socks and jeans all wet. Lunch was terrible, eating in cold clothes. And the wet socks in shoes feeling just reminded me of army. And I thought I'd never have to experience those terrible things again.
21st Birthday Lesson? Dry socks, dry shoes and dry feet are important.
Dan
4:19 pm
