After Bali 2 - Work is Rest in Between Trips

It's been almost a week since returning - my 2nd toenail on left foot is still black, and the tip of the toe is numb. that long cut on my right shin is now a peeling strip bak kwa, and i've been shedding dead skin for 7 days. and i almost died. again.

well maybe it wasn't as close a shave as last time. but even though i could hardly keep awake on monday and tuesday, i've nv been more thankful to go back to work. to be in a safe, airconditioned office in a comfortable swivel chair messing abt with excel sheets. but i was so floozy from lack of sleep i totally didn't feel the tremors that whole of CBD panicked over - even laughed at girl colleagues felt it. twice. at my desk i was falling asleep after lunch, and too spaced out to tok cock to my lunch buddies - they said i was really quiet those few days.

But at the same time, I'm strangely happy/grateful that i went for this trip. nothing like a life threatening journey to make u realise how lucky u r, and how much u've left behind getting lost on mountains.

I had quite a few hallucinations along the trek, the funniest being the Taxi Stand, and the worst being of me slipping very badly on a wet boulder on a river bed, and cracking my head open. my brain wld be splattered all over the rocks, and my companions too tired and too far from end point to drag my remains down. i wld then be left there for days and half eaten by animals before being returned to my understandably upset family.

I guess it stemmed from
a) see QZ slip and slide down a wet boulder on a river bed earlier during the trek rite in front of me and realising i couldn't do anything to help him, and
b) wanting to read "Lord of the Flies" again but a fren is still holding on to the book after 2 yrs.

And i've come to realise that yes, as i grow older i am more and more kiasee, but it is not death that scares me as much as wat my loved ones will have to go thru. so stumbling down the dormant volcano really made me realise wat was really impt.

so here's my dilemma - stopping all these dangerous activities and start to take things for granted? or continue and risk making my loved ones worried?

i think i'll let both sides balance each other out. take things for granted and go for trips, then come back home freaked out and go for trips again when the fear has been forgotten. then wonder why i wanted to climb the mountain 2 hrs into the trek. sorta vicious cycle.

Traveller's Tales, as usual, at http://rockies-roamings.blogspot.com/