Well...guess what. Hello from Kochi.
After months of planning, we've made it. To be frank, most of these months were spent in between brief spurts of planning but what's a bit of creative writing without artistic liberty.
First step was in boarding the plane intact. Our CFO and resident cynic made it to the airport with time to spare, while the rest of our merry crew piled in as our real lives would allow. Brief and furious debate on the merits of UberX (with or without promo codes) vs traditional cabs ensue.
Fast forward a bit and we're on our plane. Brief and furious debate on whether the statement "X person is richer than Y" implies that either party is rich objectively (ie not just relative to each other) ensue. Wen stays out of the fracas and plays Candy Crush on her phone.
There are some really terrible ninja warrior reruns on board the flight. The first real challenge might really be in surviving 4 hours of bad TV shows. Our CFO has wisely put up his shield against the vagaries of life with his careful choice of survival equipment. I watch two men in leotards bounce on large inflatable exercise balls on Just for Laughs.
Kei Kato hosts a really bad game show...ok it's actually kind of good
This is us, featuring Jik's green cloak of eternal warmth and white earphones of alarmingly bad mandopop. He also features a warning siren to ward away would-be predators by mimicking the grunting and snorting of the monsters-that-lie-beyond. No careless carnivore prowling the galleyway is going to dare take on this ball of endless fury.
If you see this post, we must have survived the ordeal of this modern day Odyssey. Congratulate us.
I may tear blood from Just for Laughs! Live! and be rendered deaf from the vicious snarling that emanates from my right.
But we would have arrived, valiant in spirit, ready to take on exotic India.
Hello from Kochi!
Yinghao
Chief Medical Officer
The Third Wheel, Rickshaw Run 2016
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