I write this at the start of a hot, close night in Colombo, on the tenth floor, with the ceiling fans spinning so hard that surely this whole apartment will slowly lift right off the top of the building.
As the apartment lifts clear and loose plaster spills into the street like confetti, there will be a moment where it’s unclear what happens next. With no visible control over pitch and yaw, watchers from below wait for the suspended slice of building to slide through the sky, banking off and cracking into adjacent buildings, raining brick and concrete down on their unprotected heads.
However their visions of destruction are temporarily deferred as the apartment maintains altitude and rotates gently over the street until the living room balcony faces West. The ocean shore lies some 600 metres away. The onlookers see the lights in the windows dim for a second as the ceiling fans increase their load, and the apartment starts to float out over Liberty Plaza towards the dark promise of the Indian Ocean.
Meanwhile, even as he picks up speed over the open water, ignatz types away at his new blog oblivious of where his imagination is taking him.
We have hunting equipment, rations, water, a crew of one and no captain. Where to? I have no chuffing idea: but, dear reader, we will find out together.
Check out those orange curtains.
Hi Greg. Glad to see you’re so busy! Hope you’re happy and having fun.
Try if you can to engage navigational services of small green parrot-like flying creatures to be seen around dusk swooping and swerving (and cleverly avoiding any impeding structures). They clearly know where they’re going.
Reassured to see you’re getting good drugs!
For me the whole digital watch thing was closer to 1973. I never got one and still blame my parents for the psychological scar that left.
Nobody without a blog.
I don’t remember it getting that hot, at least in the middle of the night. (Sunrise, straight through the window of the guest room, was another matter.)
Mad dogs and eskimos go out in the midnight sun.
Hey welcome to Colombo, enjoy your stay.
Wotcher folks. I’m grateful to me mutther and faather for my first digital watch – my one confirmed case of early adoption or whatever it is they call it.
Jack Point – cheers! Full disclosure – I’ve been here for a while and blogged elsewhere. I’ve come across you before, you must spend all day online!
Astolfo – I think the rains were coming in… where in Leeds mate?
What’s a string hopper?
Astolfo is me, you berk. “Your loving father, Hamlet”.