he poked it. yes. with a stick. but it didn't move or whip him into barbecue with its deathly poisonous tentacles. see, turns out it's already dead, so we took a closer look at it( grandma stayed way far behind) and we saw that it had a small gash in its jelly head thing. wonder what could have done it?
also, there was one day when we were following the GPS up this crazy thin one-way road, well, it isn't exactly a road. more like a dirt path that winded through small villages and tight bends, so you could hardly see if there was another car heading your way-in the opposite direction.
we had a few close calls, but then as we were driving up and going to turn left into yet another bend, this motorcycle came out from nowhere. i think the man on the bike must have been really shocked, and he pulled the brakes and when skidding towards us. and finally, the bike swerved sideways and the man landed on the floor, his bike lying on his side.
my dad and grandpa went out of the car and tried to help him up just as three men came out from the bushes next to the road. my grandma said that they were probably from the village. and then the man who fell just got up, sat on his bike and drove away. but i caught a glimpse of his leg and it was quite well covered in blood.
so anyway, we decided not to follow the GPS and we used 'grandpa's brain' to find our way around and just as we stopped at the traffic lights, this motorcycle came zooming past us. yep, it was the one that almost crashed into us earlier on. and guess what the man did?
he pointed at us with his middle finger. typical. like it was us who were speeding down a hill.
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| it looked something like this. killer huh? |
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