Sitting next to the driver's seat with my brother in control of the wheels and we drove through a dainty garden on full speed.
Many a picnickers strewn about the sunny greenery having their siesta or doing a bit of chow down and our car threaded through them full throttle without hurting a soul.
Sure some tea cups and picnic baskets were trampled under the tyres but no one seemed to mind and we charged through the entire scenery with just a clever flick of the wrist on the steering until there came upon us a wall and we crashed against it and halted.
Not the one to give up my brother tried to race the car vertically upwards to climb the damn wall and get on the other side.
I was astonished that a car could do this and every time the car nearly clambered over it couldn't make that final acceleration to go over the other side and each time we came down falling on the same side.
It was high time I got out and took an assessment of the situation.
As I came out I realized it was raining, nay, pouring, and a typhoon of sorts was building up.
It was dark with storm clouds and most eerie when I chanced upon the wall and looking over the other side I realized it was an ocean.
Had we climbed over to the other side of the wall we'd been swallowed by depths of the immeasurably behemothic sea and gone without a trace, and thank heavens we didn't.
This thought alone chilled my bones and froze my blood and as I passed this piece of wisdom to my brother I saw another car.
Sitting on its wheels was a face I recognized and soon realized that it was the director of my previous company.
What on earth was he doing here?
Turned out we were on a Ferry that was transferring us to an airport and in the darkness of the now planet sized unceasing raindrops I saw a huge sign lit up by gaudy neons and lights that said 'Bangkok'
Was I going to Bangkok airport? why on earth?
It was then the director of my previous company stepped out of his car and started talking to me like it was the most normal thing in these circumstances while his car got filled up with water?
he told me of the gossips and who in the glitterati was hooking up with whom.
I was still raw from the thought of having toppled over into the ocean and it repeatedly played in my mind to the point I was so cold I woke up, turned off the air conditioning and realized it was almost 6:00 am and that I had my morning to take care of. Phew!
Many a picnickers strewn about the sunny greenery having their siesta or doing a bit of chow down and our car threaded through them full throttle without hurting a soul.
Sure some tea cups and picnic baskets were trampled under the tyres but no one seemed to mind and we charged through the entire scenery with just a clever flick of the wrist on the steering until there came upon us a wall and we crashed against it and halted.
Not the one to give up my brother tried to race the car vertically upwards to climb the damn wall and get on the other side.
I was astonished that a car could do this and every time the car nearly clambered over it couldn't make that final acceleration to go over the other side and each time we came down falling on the same side.
It was high time I got out and took an assessment of the situation.
As I came out I realized it was raining, nay, pouring, and a typhoon of sorts was building up.
It was dark with storm clouds and most eerie when I chanced upon the wall and looking over the other side I realized it was an ocean.
Had we climbed over to the other side of the wall we'd been swallowed by depths of the immeasurably behemothic sea and gone without a trace, and thank heavens we didn't.
This thought alone chilled my bones and froze my blood and as I passed this piece of wisdom to my brother I saw another car.
Sitting on its wheels was a face I recognized and soon realized that it was the director of my previous company.
What on earth was he doing here?
Turned out we were on a Ferry that was transferring us to an airport and in the darkness of the now planet sized unceasing raindrops I saw a huge sign lit up by gaudy neons and lights that said 'Bangkok'
Was I going to Bangkok airport? why on earth?
It was then the director of my previous company stepped out of his car and started talking to me like it was the most normal thing in these circumstances while his car got filled up with water?
he told me of the gossips and who in the glitterati was hooking up with whom.
I was still raw from the thought of having toppled over into the ocean and it repeatedly played in my mind to the point I was so cold I woke up, turned off the air conditioning and realized it was almost 6:00 am and that I had my morning to take care of. Phew!
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