...or the opposite. It's hard to say, really.
It’s hard to describe my day, so I’ll start with yesterday- Christmas for some.
I arrived in Nha Trang, was roomless for hours, drank coffee with a headache, ate a mammoth sweaty breakfast, and then eventually got settled in a room for six after the vomiting, hungover person begged not to leave my booked one. Three double beds, one double bed, one and the same. I now just have a choice. And three equally dodgy pillows. Three towels I don’t have to wash. And three complimentary toothbrushes.
Back to today. To me. My day. Strange day. To say the least. Boat. Bumps. Wooly Bully? Lots of wind. Giant swells.
Though better than my block. Rock around the clock. To pop. The pop music. Pop ‘til you drop. Don’t stop. Oh, but we did have pop music. Popping. Crackling. Snapping. Stereo to China. I’m certain. Certified watcher. People-watcher. Watcher of the oddness on a Vietnamese tour boat.
Too tired too. Sleepless. Sleep-deprived. Mosquitos. Pop. Hip Hop. House. Trance. Dance. Bikes. Hooters. “One Dollar”. “Maybe Tomorrow.” Insanity. Insane. Sanity-seeking. Solace. On a boat of Vietnamese tourists. With a guide with karaoke inclinations. Stand-up comedian tendencies. And snorkels that break in high seas and strong, murky currents that my flooding goggles couldn’t see. One dollar, for sure. Or seven…sailing on the seven seas. If only I were so lucky.
“You go swim again???” (Silence. Dumb. Deaf. Drowned. Disbelieving ) “Aah, new snorkel!” “Go sweem. Go sweem!”
“Uhh...'caam a-earn (muffled)'". "(I don’t really want to die while I tread water in a pending hurricane and my goggles flood and my snorkel drowns me. [Ever heard of flippers?])"
“You go sweem!!!”
“Uh…okay. Uh…no. THANK you. (Smile. Sweetly.) I loved it. (I couldn’t see a thing, but two swaying, afraid fish and I fear I may die or be swept out to China. I don’t like China seas. They eat anything. They’ll eat me. They’ll eat karaoke if need be)”
Recluse. Run. Hide. Behind the rocks. Too much wind. What reef? What fish? What snorkel, come to think of it?
Laugh out loud. Lie awkwardly in the half sun. Soak up the clouds. And the sand. Blowing into my Coke that didn’t open.
Number 10, back on the boat. To lunch. To sea-bound bobbing boarding school. Sit in a circle. Eat when told. Politely. Not too much. How do they hold their chopsticks? What’s that? Laugh.
Sing and dance.
Something something then we all go, “YO!”
“Oh.” “Ho ho ho.” (Just for good spirit.) Smile. Move sideways. Off the stage. What happened to snacks? The seats? Oh! “YOOOO!”
Sing songs. Sing along. Loudly enough for London. Lisa, did you hear? Locomotion soundalikes. Fish now gone. Forever. For sure. Shore just got wave vibrations. Good God. Good, Good, Good, good vibrations. God, could you hear? I can’t. Anymore. “What’s that?”
“In your he-ead. In you he-ee-ead. Zombie. Zombie. Zombie-ie-ie-ie-ie-ie-iey.”
Retreat. There’s a roof. An empty loud roof. Breathe. Sit. Sink. Into the noise. Laugh out loud. Is anybody with me? Am I insane? Sane? Sony loudspeakers. Four. Full of noise. Full of the tropical turquoise anti-peace I sought. But see sinking instead. See the shore. See sand. See sanity. See…
Down to the pop-up floating bar. With pop. More pop. STOP! “Yeeee haaa! Sweem evreebaady!” "What? Where? There? He just drank too much fruit wine after lunch and his twisty turny bomb dive made him throw up at your feet!” Fruit too. Sis. Stand still. Stay put. Don’t move.
Sigh. Signal happiness. Pretend. Natural stance. Take a stand. Turn and stand. To face Jesus. “WTF? Is this for real?” Laugh out loud. Water to wine. (To vomit). “You’re a day old!” I’m gob-smacked. Snapping. Cracking. POP! Goes the bar.
“On the boat evreebaaady.”
Bopping. Popping. Must buy a beer. Swig. Swallow. S…
“Weee gunnna paaaaaaty!”
I see that. I hear it too. In fact, I see it floating. On top of the want-to-be turquoise water. Oh, there’s wind. Thank gods for wind. Float away. Float home. Fly away. Wound up. Wind up winding down. A bottle of wine. Save me. I’m saved? Whining and dined.
Did that just happen?
I must be in love.
Tomorrow I’m going to sleep late. Very late.