...I can't explain how it happened, but I woke up in the back of a cart of vegetables. I guess those spices put me out for quite awhile because it didn't seem that I was in the Asian forest anymore. I smelled something salty, like an ocean, and then I noticed I was getting farther and farther away from the mainland--or it could have been an island for all I knew. I determined that I was on a ship headed out to sea but didn't understand why there were assorted vegetables surrounding me. I glanced around and discovered that the cart of vegetables I was in was actually a human-towed cart. From this I deduced that there must be a human somewhere around. I climbed out of the vegetable cart and proceeded to look for crew-members aboard this ship. While I was walking around and observing things, I realized that I was aboard a freight ship filled with all sorts of goods. There were caged ducks, crates of bamboo, several sitars strapped together and a myriad of other items. At this point I stopped for a second and wondered if I were actually some piece of frieght that had just came alive. I looked down at my feet and hands and thought, "nope, I'm a human--I wonder if there's anyone else like me on this floating craft." I heard a sound to my left and I glanced to find two majestic stallions harnessed to a post aboard the ship. There were a few boxes across from these horses, around from which came an Asian man holding a bonsai tree. I looked at him and he looked at me and then he came over and handed me the bonsai. He made some gestures and convinced me to follow him onto another deck of the ship. He started to prepare some tea for two and I took this opportunity to ask him if the entire ship belonged to him. He couldn't understand me and I couldn't understand him, but he responded by laughing and pointing at a crate of weasels on the table. Long story short, he gave me my tea, we sat down, and he told me stories (which I couldn't understand at all except for a word that sounded like "hi mr. sachi") until we got to our next stop. We got off the ship and I looked around for signs. I was lucky enough to find. It said, "Welcome to Saudi Arabia." I looked back for the Asian man but he was busy carrying fish off of the ship so I decided not to bother him (I don't think he would have understood me anyways). I wanted to ask him where I should go for assistance but I decided not to bother him. I set off into the port city and passed a number of small shops. I attempted to approach one of them but was harassed by a monkey throwing dates at me. I continued into a narrow market place and noticed that everyone in the marketplace began exiting as soon as I arrived. There were about four people left in a now open market place, surrounded on all sides by Arabian houses. Suddenly, I heard a loud roar and noticed the ground started to shake. I turned around and saw a stampede of people with shining swords, wearing sandles, coming towards me. I was helpless there, and preparing to get trampled to death. All I remember is that I was caught up in a massive storm of yelling voices and by the time I came out of it I was carrying a shiny sword and wearing a one of those head-pieces that has the flap which protects your neck from the sun. By the time the whole thing settled down I was no longer in the market-place, but my legs were tired and I wanted some water. I was in the middle of a small camp and I went up to a man dressed in a brown garment. He offered me some water and told me in broken English that I needed to get some sleep. He led me to a small tent and showed me a cot where I could get some rest. It was by now, late evening. I drank some water, ate a flat biscuit, and fell asleep. The next morning I was awakened by the sound of some sort of trumpet. I walked outside and saw some high-ranking British officials talking with the leaders of the camp that had been so hospitable to me. These British officers led me to a camel caravan and helped me onto a camel named Davie. We set off on a long journey that ultimately ended me up in Stockholm, Sweden. I was led to an airport and forced to get on an airplane by some Swedish authorities with thick Swedish accents. As I was walking through the airport I caught a glimpse of Schnergen Flergen.
The plane took off and 10 hours later I found myself parachuting onto a small Island. I landed safely, but I was by myself, or so I thought. A couple native Indians where there with me as I soon discovered by turning around quickly after feeling the end of a spear tap my back. These native's gathered my parachute and led me on a vigorous hike up the side of a mountain at spear-point. It was at this time late-evening and I was very tired and wanted to stop but I didn't realize how close we were to the end of our journey. One of the Indians shoved me to the ground, which was very hot. I got to my feet quickly and observed that I was right at the rim of a volcano. I heard a deep-voiced native yelling something and I looked over to find that a masked man was screaming at me. He just sat there yelling and jutting his hand towards me. I had no idea what to do when suddenly it dawned on me. I still had my chocolate-covered pretzels from the airport in Germany! I handed these to the masked native and he let out a wild scream of indignation and horror which in English probably would have translated to something like, "eh, this'll do." He patted me on the back and threw me into the volcano. All I heard was a big blast and a few seconds later realized that I was sailing high above the earth. Apparently the volcano had erupted just as I was thrown in. I was thrust high up into the air and just as I was realizing what happened, I felt gravity start to suck me back towards the planet. I guess I landed in the ocean, but I'm not sure. Whatever happened, I had landed safely and woke up on the back of a llama. This was extremely exciting for me because I love llamas. Again I was going up a mountain, but I was on the back of a magnificent creature. It took about an hour, but me and my llama made it to the top of the mountain which was very cold and I saw a helicopter waiting. A few crewmen were calling out to me so I went up to them and asked for a ride. They said, "yeh sure," and I asked if I could bring the llama with me but they said, "uh, I don't think so."
I got on board and started asking them more questions. I found that I was very fortunate because it turns out that Eyewitness News was doing a special report in the Peruvian Andes mountains that day. I was riding in their helicopter and I got to say "And that's what make the Andes Mountains so marvelous" on tv! The particular helicopter I was heading for an airport near my house so I was pretty excited. I would be home within a couple days.
As you can see, I was very busy ever since I left for Ukraine. I hope you haven't given up on checking my blog (apparently not). Thanks for checking in.
Your typical blog. I write thoughts I have about life, and for some reason, this is interesting to you.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Some Pics
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Yes, It Has Been Very Long
I haven't published anything in exactly 4 months and seven days. My excuse: I've been busy--very busy. My last post consisted of me telling everyone that I would be gone for awhile. I'm sorry to say it's been nearly two and a half whiles. I told you I was going on a mission trip but I didn't share with you that I'd be busy for a long time. I'd prefer not to go into the details of my business as it could take hours upon hours to write. However, here is a brief description of what went these past few months:
Upon boarding the airplane in Kiev, Ukraine on August 2nd, I was entirely unprepared for the realm of travels I would encounter. My flight to Munich went well as expected and I next waited in the German airport for two hours before boarding my next flight. I bought a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels in one of the German gift-shops and proceeded to take a small cat-nap before boarding my next flight from Munich to Washington D.C.. This is where my "business" started. I enjoyed the flight very much and watched a couple of in-flight movies but I forgot to even touch my chocolate-covered pretzels. By the time I realized that I still had them, unopened, I no longer was in the mood for chocolate-covered pretzels. This was about 8 hours into the flight and about ten minutes before, I regret to tell you, my plane went down, crashing into the Atlantic ocean. I found a new affinity for seat-belts after this experience and I'm happy to tell you that safety crews came to our assistance very quickly. But there was a bit of a debate as to where the survivors of the plane-wreck should be delivered. It was determined that we had crashed at the very middle point between Britain and the United States. After an hour long discussion (which I had the opportunity of listening to) and a coin toss, it was agreed upon that the survivors should be delivered to England. It may have been a coincidence that there happened to be a British cruise liner heading towards England and passing by our plane-wreck. Safety officials helped all 150 of the survivors, including myself, aboard the cruise-liner and we were headed for Britain. I got a couple hours of sleep and then awoke to the sound of a fog-horn. I asked my way around and discovered that we were 1 and 2/3 days away from the British mainland, and after discovering that I had much time to do what ever I wanted aboard the ship I decided to explore. I found an inflated hot-air balloon on one of the decks and like any inquisitive plane-wreck survivor, decided to climb in. This was a bad idea. As soon as I jumped in I noticed a strange feeling. It felt like I was in a balloon. I already knew I was in a balloon, but what I didn't know was that I was in a floating balloon. Apparently, the weights holding down the balloon adjusted as I jumped in and I was now floating away. I guess no-one on the ship noticed, even though this happened during the day. I seemed to remember a sign I saw while I was on the cruise ship which said something about a sea-lion show. I determined that all the passengers on board were at this show and that's why I was floating farther and farther and higher and higher--totally at the mercy of the winds.
Three days of the wind blowing me as it pleased carried me farther than I could have expected. I finally came to a rather bumpy landing in a very green forest. I got out of my basket and looked around, trying to make a quick diagnosis on my situation. I looked to my left and saw a panda. From this, I determined that I was somewhere in the Far-East and made the decision to try and find some sign of civilization. A three hour hike brought me upon a small pond and a pagoda. I entered the pagoda and saw a man standing in the corner. After I saw him I became more secure in my belief that I was in the Far-East. After I attempted to communicate with him and heard his foreign-reply, I was sure of it. I tried to communicate that I was hungry, tired, and had been severely misplaced after my hot-air balloon had drifted too far from the cruise-ship taking me to England. I failed to get the response that I wanted and I was sure he had no-idea what my problem was. He muttered a couple of phrases in his foreign dialect and then handed me a pouch filled with various spices. He set his eyes on me with a serious gaze, uttered something which I am convinced was an old Asian adage, and set me on my way. I wandered off into the forest, still feeling hungry, lost, and tired. At this point, I sat next to a rock and tried some of the spices which the Asian man had given me. A few moments later I fell asleep.
Writing about my experiences has caused me to become very tired right now so I am forced to save my save the rest of my story-telling for later. I do plan to continue the posting of my business at some time in the near future.
Upon boarding the airplane in Kiev, Ukraine on August 2nd, I was entirely unprepared for the realm of travels I would encounter. My flight to Munich went well as expected and I next waited in the German airport for two hours before boarding my next flight. I bought a bag of chocolate-covered pretzels in one of the German gift-shops and proceeded to take a small cat-nap before boarding my next flight from Munich to Washington D.C.. This is where my "business" started. I enjoyed the flight very much and watched a couple of in-flight movies but I forgot to even touch my chocolate-covered pretzels. By the time I realized that I still had them, unopened, I no longer was in the mood for chocolate-covered pretzels. This was about 8 hours into the flight and about ten minutes before, I regret to tell you, my plane went down, crashing into the Atlantic ocean. I found a new affinity for seat-belts after this experience and I'm happy to tell you that safety crews came to our assistance very quickly. But there was a bit of a debate as to where the survivors of the plane-wreck should be delivered. It was determined that we had crashed at the very middle point between Britain and the United States. After an hour long discussion (which I had the opportunity of listening to) and a coin toss, it was agreed upon that the survivors should be delivered to England. It may have been a coincidence that there happened to be a British cruise liner heading towards England and passing by our plane-wreck. Safety officials helped all 150 of the survivors, including myself, aboard the cruise-liner and we were headed for Britain. I got a couple hours of sleep and then awoke to the sound of a fog-horn. I asked my way around and discovered that we were 1 and 2/3 days away from the British mainland, and after discovering that I had much time to do what ever I wanted aboard the ship I decided to explore. I found an inflated hot-air balloon on one of the decks and like any inquisitive plane-wreck survivor, decided to climb in. This was a bad idea. As soon as I jumped in I noticed a strange feeling. It felt like I was in a balloon. I already knew I was in a balloon, but what I didn't know was that I was in a floating balloon. Apparently, the weights holding down the balloon adjusted as I jumped in and I was now floating away. I guess no-one on the ship noticed, even though this happened during the day. I seemed to remember a sign I saw while I was on the cruise ship which said something about a sea-lion show. I determined that all the passengers on board were at this show and that's why I was floating farther and farther and higher and higher--totally at the mercy of the winds.
Three days of the wind blowing me as it pleased carried me farther than I could have expected. I finally came to a rather bumpy landing in a very green forest. I got out of my basket and looked around, trying to make a quick diagnosis on my situation. I looked to my left and saw a panda. From this, I determined that I was somewhere in the Far-East and made the decision to try and find some sign of civilization. A three hour hike brought me upon a small pond and a pagoda. I entered the pagoda and saw a man standing in the corner. After I saw him I became more secure in my belief that I was in the Far-East. After I attempted to communicate with him and heard his foreign-reply, I was sure of it. I tried to communicate that I was hungry, tired, and had been severely misplaced after my hot-air balloon had drifted too far from the cruise-ship taking me to England. I failed to get the response that I wanted and I was sure he had no-idea what my problem was. He muttered a couple of phrases in his foreign dialect and then handed me a pouch filled with various spices. He set his eyes on me with a serious gaze, uttered something which I am convinced was an old Asian adage, and set me on my way. I wandered off into the forest, still feeling hungry, lost, and tired. At this point, I sat next to a rock and tried some of the spices which the Asian man had given me. A few moments later I fell asleep.
Writing about my experiences has caused me to become very tired right now so I am forced to save my save the rest of my story-telling for later. I do plan to continue the posting of my business at some time in the near future.
Friday, July 20, 2007
This is it
Well, it's goodbye for a little bit because I'm going on a mission trip to Ukraine. Please keep us in your prayers as we head overseas. This is going to be the last update for a while so I might as well tell you what's happened in my first week of driving! I almost ran into a wall the other day and I make little mistakes every once in a while but I've been having so much fun finally driving. I haven't driven on the freeway yet so I won't be able to do that until I get back. I hope Dad will let me drive to Bible study tonight.
Have a nice three weeks.
Have a nice three weeks.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Creature Comforts Update
So right as I published my blog about creature comforts, cbs decided to stop showing it. I have no idea why. But I found one of the funniest bits on youtube. It's about ten minutes so it will take a while but my favorite part is in this where one of the animals doesn't know how to say "food". Here's the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xi-xu3uatA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xi-xu3uatA
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Songs of the Week
All Christian:
1. Jesus Lord of Heaven - Kutless
2. Glory in the Highest - Chris Tomlin
3. All Who Are Thirsty - Kutless
4. Strong Tower - Newsboys
5. Beautiful Sound - Newsboys
1. Jesus Lord of Heaven - Kutless
2. Glory in the Highest - Chris Tomlin
3. All Who Are Thirsty - Kutless
4. Strong Tower - Newsboys
5. Beautiful Sound - Newsboys
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