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| By Talisker | ||||||||||
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Rebirth and Bath-tism Where to start dear reader? There I was hanging helplessly from my lifeline, there was no way to go but down. Sherpa Snodders shook his head resignedly, yet with that sweet Nepalese smile which spoke of forgiveness, sympathy and love. In silent comradeship we descended to base camp. Next day we journeyed to Kathmandu, where I drowned my sorrows for three days and nights, Snodders stood by me like a guardian angel, ensuring that I came to no real harm. Then this morning I awoke with a feeling of renewed energy and hope, where this sprang from I don’t know, perhaps I bounced on the bottom. I decided to have a nice hot bath; in the depths of my depression, I had been neglecting my toilette. My chops had sprouted a salt and pepper stubble, my clothes smelt like an Australian musk duck with blocked glands. In short, I was disgusting. The deep bath took a good ten minutes to fill, as the bathroom became nice and steamy. I scraped my face carefully. Why are there grey hairs in my beard, but not anywhere else? Is my face aging faster for some reason? I entered the bath gingerly, it was hhhhhotttt. In fact it was a Nepalese monkey bath, that is, one which when your bum and dangly bits reach the hot water you imitate perfectly the call of the local primates; “Oo! Oo! Wahhh! Oo! Oo! Oo! There was a sense of spiritual cleansing as well as physical. When I had eventually acclimatised to the water temperature, I plunged my head, and exhaled a deep breath. Into the water went all my impurities, the drinking, the self-pity, the failure, the depression. I emerged self bath-tised, renewed, made whole again. So here we are dear reader. Re-packed and ready to head of again. Every journey has its first step. What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger and other clichés if you will. Please rejoin me on my quest. This time failure in not on the Oli agenda. Oli (19/11/06)
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