Toi Tarzan, moi Jane
In a previous post, I admitted to being scared of fishes. Well ladies and gentlemen, I am also known for not being too fond of crawling things, and even flying things, for that matter. And this time, we are in the jungle for 5 nights, so I’m in deep trouble. In fact, I interrupted the writing of this post to go « eeek! » and have Blork remove some kind of insect with very long antennae which had just decided to come and check out my blog by crawling on the keyboard.
I know, I know. I say that we are in the jungle, yet I am posting this, so I can’t be too far removed from civilization, right? Well, yes and no. We are staying in a cabana in Tulum, which is right on the ocean, at the edge of a deep jungle, and our funky little hut has no electricity and a lot of holes between the planks that form the walls, so anything can pretty much crawl in there. We just had dinner in a very nice restaurant right on the beach, eating mexican food with our feet in the sand and listening to the music of those two young russian lesbians (they are everywhere), and now we are in the communal cabana where there is a wireless Internet connection, and the Gladiator DVD is playing on a small flat screen tv right behind us. Traveling is freaky in that way, with a mixture of things familiar and completely foreign. Is this because of globalization?
For now, my worry is to get through the first night. I know that I will feel better once I get under the net which covers the bed, with the sound of the ocean all around to soothe me. But it is hot as hell, and I have to get to that dark cabana and walk inside of it, not knowing what I might encounter. Blork is very patient with me, and with the way he tucked in the net around our bed before we left for the restaurant, I suspect he is not too fond of bugs either.
This might sound very silly to you, if you don’t mind crawling things too much, but for (eeek! Blork, who is right next to me, had to stop typing because a GIANT moth just flew over his computer screen and refused to go away!) What was I saying? Yes, for me it’s a big step. See, I’m not afraid of cities. I walk alone late at night where other women are sometimes scared. But when I was a kid, I had terrible fears that made other people laugh. I couldn’t open my closet door in bright daylight if my mother didn’t first come to my room with me. It took me years to get over that one. Who knows if 5 nights will be enough for me to make friends with the bugs around here?
Souhaitez-moi bonne nuit…
