With a resounding crash, eight china plates slammed down against my skull and splintered into shards falling round my Buddha like posture, porcelain petals falling from a blossoming tree. The blow struck me like the sudden shock of diving into a cold body of water. Not pain, just a jarring of the senses, a sudden snap of reality. Giddily, I rose; unbalanced more by the four shots of Ouzo fed to me one after another than the blow to my brain, and made my way to the bar to find the beer which I had been assured would re-anchor my feet to the pulsing dance floor. As I sipped my beer, I absently brushed away a thin line of blood which trickled down from a slight scratch, scored on my skull from exploding fragments. A mark left, a memento to go with the memory. What a rush.
Backtrack to the Day before, again the shock of diving into a cold body of water.
What a rush! Exultant, my head broke the surface of the turquoise, blue sea and my eyes whipped about, seeking my hat which had come loose from my head as I plunged into the depths of the water after my forty foot plummet moments before. Exultant as I had overcome my fear from a minute before as I stood atop a cliff looking over the edge, down at the drop I'd watched others tumble over, carefree lemmings flinging themselves into the sea. One steadfast soul remained with me a top the ledge, a man named Matt attired with a good disposition for battling my fear.
"Breath in and just Go."
And with a cry I did, screaming like a banshee, as I flew gracefully as a brick through the air, meeting the sea below as I sank into its depths, the salty water washing over me, cleansing me of my fear and filling me with elation.
I'm in Corfu and having fun. The rest of my week would likely bore you, as it involved mostly rampant debauchery. Take care all, and I'll write again and fill you in on the calm after Corfu and my 20k. trek through the World's largest/deepest gorge.
Bob
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