Hammock
Sunday, February 22nd, 2009
The photo above is not much to see but it has an interesting story to tell. Please take note of the pair of slippers below the hammock.
It was midday. In the middle of the ferry ride in the middle of the sea, one fellow rigged a hammock in the middle of the ship’s view deck. He wrapped himself in and then, fell asleep. We were enjoying the scenery out in the open when the rain came. It started as a drizzle then to a full-fledged rain. We seek cover but the fellow stayed wrapped inside the now dripping hammock. We were huddled close to the ship’s overhanging upper deck, but our eyes were glued in that unmoving lump inside the hammock. Alerted by the admiring crowd, the fellow’s friend run to his rescue. He shook him silly and run back, but his friend didn’t wake up, so back he went again. This time he yanked the hammock, his friend fell on the floor, and they both ran towards us.
It feels like a homerun hearing the cheering crowd. Ah whatta show!
