International Jetsetters Extraordinaire: D7

Day 7: Quick. Hurry. Rush. We need to get back to Colombo to watch Pakistan thrash Sri Lanka in the cricket one day’er. Have we got our hats? Check. Quick, get those two tuk-tuks, we need to get to the train station. Hustle. HUSTLE. Scuttle along, you scallywags. Phew, we’re on the train, and it’s an express (though we had to wait an extra half hour for the express, kind of defeating the purpose). We’re moving. We’re charging to Colombo. Welawatta station – if we get off here we can save time. Quick, throw your bags out the door, the trains not stopping. Emma jumps. Chris follows. Oh no, he’s fallen. Jump Byron. Jump Caz. Oh my god, there’s two down! Everyone’s watching, “What are these stupid foreigners doing jumping off a train?”. Medic, we need a medic! Everyone alive? Check. Any broken bones? No, we’re lucky! Battle scars? Chris and Caz, identical: two mashed big toes on left foot, serious mulching of skin on right hand, and some leg scrapes. Hospital? Nah. Let’s go back to hotel, Dr. Byron will fix it up then we can head off to cricket club to watch what we should be at. The only long term scars: pride. As we kick back for drinks at the Galle Face Hotel later that evening, a fellow train passenger walks past and in his poonce pommy voice says something to the effect, “Nice disembarking of train”. We’ve been spotted, and remembered, in a city of millions. How Embarrassment. Never fear, a flight back to Australia and some real doctors can fix everythin

And like that, they’re gone. What a ride… what a ride.

Phlog (noun) An Online Photo Blog

Everyone seems to enjoy reminding me how long it has been since I last posted a Blog. I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every one of you for reminding me that I live in a technological hole of the world akin to Shitsville Illinois without the luxury of internet based communication.. So thankyou, but I assure you, I do realise this myself. Meanwhile, I have been taking my camera around and snapping some of the things on the sides of streets, and I aint just talking about road kill. Here's a Phlog for you; enjoy the erotic visual stimulation of nature and scenery.


Byron.

EMMA SAYS HELLO

Blog spotting my friends, it’s a daunting thing.
Byron implied he’d go about the spotting without me henceforth and well of course I didn’t like that one bit - what if something exciting happened - I don’t want to miss out on ANYTHING.

So… I thought I’d put on the most pathetic display of unwarranted self-pitying that one ever did see. Then, I figure, you see, that I’d be able to live precariously through byron’s efforts in peace and quiet and no one would really mind anymore.

So here goes…


There is a hidden track on a Kasey Chamber’s album and I know where it is.

DIDDUMS!


PS. and this is what we get up to on the weekends. I love exposing you girls!














PPS. I was allowed to complete my sentence and line of thought in a conversation the other day without any of the 3 beings with me saying anything about my word-confusion. Precarious indeed!

- EMMA.