Yeoor

Ten minutes to load shedding have to see if I can slip this post under that. Just woke up after going to sleep after coming back from yeoor.


Yesterday, we scoped out this bungalow at yeoor with three rooms and a pool and a terrace with a shed and a hut in the yard, as well as trees and stuff to sit on and play around.


We ended up in another bungalow with a broken fence and gaping holes through which panthers could enter, a dysfunctional lighting system, and flimsy little pipes being the only manageable acess to the terrace.



Was fun nonetheless, because the garden and the jungle around was the only thing that really mattered. Its a thrill to sit and chat in the middle of nowhere and suddenly go silent at the hint of an alien sound. And there were no lack of alien sounds, the trees rustling, the plastic bags flying around in the kitchen, the sound of dogs barking for no reason, and the scrape of a bottlecap or a chair on the ground (the last being a deliberate attempt by yours truly to scare the living daylights out of people).



You become more scared of the dark, more perceptive to the slightest sounds, more jittered by sudden movement, and even start hearing and seeing things (the last being wrongly aqttributed to the effects of alcohol - "come on, I can hold a drink" they say).



You also in the meanwhile, listen to music and bitch about people, about how fucked up your life is, about the leopards scaring you for no reason, about the marital matters of professors, basically you have one hell of a time.



And then you go to sleep on a matress in the middle of nowhere draping yourself with a curtain. Then you get irritated by the mosquitoes more than anything else, go back in, sleep so soundly that when you wake up its late and time to go home.



vacations ahead now! am going to meet a friend... payback for the loadshedding...