Excuse me, that’s my bum. February 20, 2009
Yeah, you read that right. Yesterday, me and one of my Australian friends, Carola, went and got massages. Some girls on the ship had mentioned how they got one and it was amazing, so since we didn’t have to work until 4:30pm, we thought we’d go for it. First we stopped at a local Pizza Hut for lunch. Yum! I’m trying not to think about all the wonderful food in the states I’m missing. Cheese fries….sigh.
ANYWAY, the massage was an hour and a half for only 350 pesos…that is about $7! It was my first one ever and it was in the Philippines. And yes, the girl massaged my bum. That was weird. I was trying really hard not to laugh. So I guess that means I’m still a 5th grader at heart. I mean, come on, don’t tell me you wouldn’t have been the same way. At least i had a girl masseuse. We floated back to the ship after that and then had to work that night til after 1am. Carola mentioned that we should’ve gotten our massages AFTER the night was over. Hindsight. And it’s Saturday, so the mess in the bookshop is probably going to be worse tonight…another long night.
Ok, I have something serious to talk about. It pains me to say it. Many of you know my concern about cockroaches on the ship. Yes, they are here. On the positive side, the ones I’ve seen are small. You kind of get used to them. On the negative side, one of the ones I saw was in my dinner! *body shiver* A few nights ago I was casually eating dinner with a couple guys from my pre-ship (the group of people that just recently joined with me). I had eaten about 3/4 of my meal and had forked another bite. As I lifted the utensil to my mouth, I glanced down and saw a dead, disgusting roach with it’s little legs sticking straight up at me. After a moment of shock, I whimpered, dropped my fork, and put my face in my hands…visions of all kinds of disturbing things running through my head. The guys wondered what was wrong til I pointed it out. And no, they really weren’t that sympathetic. At least I don’t categorize laughter as sympathy. In fact, as I cried out “whyyyyy???|”, Adam answered, “because God wanted to bless me today.” Jerk. (The Lord got him back though because a few minutes later, there was a cockroach crawling up his leg). So needless to say, I have been checking my food diligently since then for any unwanted insects. And if you are as completely revolted as I was…my job here is done. Good day.
wow! I think it would be difficult for me to eat again after that. nasty! I’m so jealous of your massage! $7 for an hour and a half!?! WOW And I can totally see you being an elementary schooler with your butt massage. haha Love you! Miss you!
p.s.- Adam sounds mean. Don’t hang out with him anymore. That is all.
ooooooo,yuck!!!But,keep in mind that eating cockroaches is probably part of the regular meal in some countries. you’re just getting an early start. Bet the massage was great,tho and worth the $7. Don’t think they massage the butt in the states,tho…haha
we still need pics soon if you can. Also, we need to talk again…
LYL MYLC
EEEEE! That is the sound of Buddy and also my reaction to the roach. Yum. I could hear mom saying “salt and light” as I read her comment. Silly mom. I miss you! Tell any other people massaging your bum to work it out.
Oh Rachel. That is so disgusting!! I would have died! Just died! Well, it makes for good mission conversation in the future
And i’m jealous of your massage. The bum gets tired and squooshed from sitting, so it needs some TLC!
Love ya girl!
oh the roaches. it’s true, you’ll get more and more used to them. we used to have them scurrying around our stove top while we were cooking and fleeing to the dark corners every time we opened a drawer in our kitchen…that is, until we introduced the gecko. that little lizard lived behind the counter and ate roaches to his hearts desire. you should get a gecko.
i did have a dead roach on my plate once and didn’t notice it until half way through my chocolate cake. cake was such a treat, i just flicked it off and kept eating. of course, it wasn’t acutally touching my food either. if there had been a roach on my fork, i would have freaked out too.
at least you haven’t encountered the huge ones yet. they’re the ones you never get used to.