Pythons, crocodiles, jellyfish, venomous snakes, sun bears, tree
falls, religious extremists, and angry logger are just a few of the hazard in
my life; however, the most dangerous part of my job is actually walking on the
street in front of my townhouse. I have
said this to many people and they just laugh at me, but last night, I proved
that this is in fact true. I was taking
my causal stroll back home from my boat last night, when all of a sudden I saw
two sets of headlights coming quickly toward me. As I know my road is not wide enough for two
sets of cars, and I am currently walking on said road, I know I am in
trouble. The bus starts honking at me as
it is heading straight towards me. I
thought some words that aren’t appropriate for this blog, and jumped off the
road, but rather than just going into someone’s yard, there was a fence that
was impeding my escape from being flattened by the bus. I had just enough time to half climb up the
fence, and held on for dear life as I felt the gush of wind created by the bus
as it flew past me. After the bus passed
me, I jumped off the fence that I had climbed, and realized that I had tried to
scale the fence into the cemetery. So it
was the cemetery that saved me from my near death experience with the bus… and
in a week when I saw many men totting rifles, tracks of two crocodiles, and
angry male orangutans, it was the bus that almost got me.
