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Not Crazy

Our second room is directly above the water, whose sulfurous odor seeps in between the cracks in the floorboards. I gaze at the green murk, unable to decide if our location is enchanting or disturbing. Well, it is what it is.

Last day in Coron, and what a full day it was. We spent so long snorkeling that I sunburned my ass for the second time in three days. Didn't much care, though--too busy hopping from snorkeling site to lake to beach to lagoon. We rented our own boat this time and were, as usual, awkward customers, shy of asking for anything and then incomprehensible when we did. Still, we managed through nervous laughter and overeager smiles and not a small amount of trepidation. All that gone, though, when we were in the water, kicking about, mesmerized by uncurled, snake-shaped sea horses or underwater limestone formations in the shape of fanciful castles. It was freeing and luxurious to have the time to explore to our curiosity's satisfaction, without worrying that others were waiting or that we would be left behind. It was thus we swam nearly the entire circumference of Kayangan Lake and discovered our castles, which we had completely to ourselves as the other tourists kept to a swimming pool-sized area near the entrance.

In traveling, though, it's difficult to avoid the assumption that your experience was the best, that everyone else missed out. The other side of that coin is the feeling that you're doing it all wrong, and everyone else is embarked on amazing, story-worthy adventures. Diving the other day, a young Swede asked us, after regaling us with his own tale, for the craziest thing we'd done. We gave an embarrassed laugh, and I had to say, We're not that crazy I guess... He gracefully changed the subject.

I feel completely beyond the age of crazy. If something crazy were to happen to us, Chris would likely agonize over it for days and make several plans for preventing crazy from ever appearing in our lives again. Crazy is what can happen if you let go, and we never let go. Why? I suspect it's well-worn history. Maybe so, maybe it's justified. Still, I wuld like to see us say yes more often.

Posted by chschen 17:00 Archived in Philippines

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Got that question from some backpacker (ha, how dismissive) when I was boarding a flight in Bangkok with a bandaged foot. "Bet there's a crazy story to go along with that bandage!" "Uh, I came to Thailand for foot surgery." "Oh."

Did craziest thing ever a couple of weeks ago. Woke up and decided to borrow an acquaintance's motorcycle and go for a motherfucking solo motorcycle ride around Saigon, first time ever. I'm not sure if you understand the gravity of such a venture, i.e. Saigon motorcycle rules and traffic, in light of my somewhat fragile constitution. Anyway, I did it. Conclusion was, as expected, MOTHER OF GOD, NEVER AGAIN. (But no damage to me, nor to motorcycle. I got off cheap for notching up a "craziest thing ever done.")

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