On my last day in Aruba I went hiking in Arikok Park. Somehow it sounded like a great idea, I don’t know why we didn’t do the usual chill at the beach get-together. We started out reasonably early and ended up getting lost. After many “127 hours”, “I shouldn’t be alive” and “Survivorman” jokes we realized we should just retrace our steps and go back.
Why is it that it is so hard to just turn around and go back the way you came from? Is there some form of eternal optimism that the way home is just around the corner we would be silly to turn back now? Why am I asking so many questions?
Did you know when goats bleat it sounds eerily like a child yelling. I would have been really freaked out by that at night. Weird goats.
Little did Heejung know the long trek ahead she would be facing. If indeed we would have gotten lost and had become goat food. This would have been the last picture of her. The one the TV-news channels would be playing of this “tragedy”