It’s funny how the image we have in our head of ourselves can sometimes greatly differ with what others see. I was looking at a picture taken of me right after whitewater rafting yesterday. I thought I looked as wet and bedraggled as Humpty Dumpty possibly could in my helmet and lifejacket. A friend thought I looked happy and composed. We looked at another picture. This time of me abseiling. I thought I looked graceful and brave. My friend remarked I looked like I had seen death itself. Hehehe…
It was fun yesterday, caving and whitewater rafting (wwr) with a bunch of people from the office. I probably won’t go caving again. Guano, slippery heights and pitch-black darkness is not my cup of tea, but the flying fox reward almost made up for it. The highlight of the day was the wwr. I fancy myself a natural at rowing, though the person I accidentally whacked with my paddle probably didn’t think so. Although Sg. Kampar has up to Grade 4 rapids, we didn’t see any of that yesterday. At the most it was prolly a Grade 2, but enough for us to giggle and shriek crazily each time we shot through a rapid (for the record, no one in my raft fell out once). The worst banging I got was at a 3ft drop where a girl from Finance lost her grip and crashed full-smack on top of me causing loss of hearing for several seconds and livid blue bruising on my thigh. Thank goodness for PPE (personal protective equipment).
I think the worst part of the day was in the lorry ride back to Gua Tempurung. Lil and I were talking about Borat and quoting lines from the movie when a new colleague beside us coldly remarked that “Borat is stupid. I will not watch.” Yup, you guessed it. She’s Kazakh. There goes my chance of being friends with a pale, dark-eyed beauty with the enchanting foreign accent. Sobs.