Day 2 - The search for my luggage... and a kosher meal?
Being woken by the gentle caress of waves rolling onto the beach was a beautiful start to my first day in exile. The breeze was fresh and mild, and the sun had already developed a bit of a sting. I estimated it to be around 10am. My watch confirmed my suspicions. I left the wreckage of the plane and began my search for my missing luggage.
I was also curious to know if anyone else had survived the crash. Cause I'm not the best fisherman. Or cook.
The beach looked as though it had gone untouched for centuries. No rubbish, cigarette butts or syringes in sight. Just scattered pieces of aircraft carving a path into the scrub at the top of the sand. I was on the lookout for anything with a handle. So I followed the trail of destruction, occasionally uncovering the odd piece of clothing or, now useless, electrical appliance. A walkman entertained me for most of the search. That is until it got stuck playing a JLo track repeatedly, I think some sand got into the mechanism. Needless to say, after the Gigli incident on the plane, I tossed the offending walkman as far into the ocean as I could.
By lunchtime I was pretty hungry, so I decided to prepare some breakfast. Luckily the tail end of the plane I now call home is fully stocked with peanuts, mini bread rolls and lots of half sized beer cans. As I rummaged through the various drawers and cupboards I came across a full meal. Jackpot!
I shoveled the contents down my throat, figuring the time for decorum was well past, and was nearly finished when I discovered a small label on the side of the meal. Kosher.
I paused for a moment. Being a Taoist I wasn't sure of the level of blasphemy of my actions. Then I thought, hey I'm a Taoist, I couldn't give a shit. So I finished the meal.
After washing down the meal with six mini beers I was ready for a siesta. I figured I'd achieved a lot so far and decided to call it a day. I laid a towel substitute from one of the linen cupboards on the sand and basked in the afternoon sun, occasionally going in for a dip. Tomorrow I think I'll go exploring. I'm feeling quite optimistic that this whole island deal could be fun. But that could be the beers talking.
I was also curious to know if anyone else had survived the crash. Cause I'm not the best fisherman. Or cook.
The beach looked as though it had gone untouched for centuries. No rubbish, cigarette butts or syringes in sight. Just scattered pieces of aircraft carving a path into the scrub at the top of the sand. I was on the lookout for anything with a handle. So I followed the trail of destruction, occasionally uncovering the odd piece of clothing or, now useless, electrical appliance. A walkman entertained me for most of the search. That is until it got stuck playing a JLo track repeatedly, I think some sand got into the mechanism. Needless to say, after the Gigli incident on the plane, I tossed the offending walkman as far into the ocean as I could.
By lunchtime I was pretty hungry, so I decided to prepare some breakfast. Luckily the tail end of the plane I now call home is fully stocked with peanuts, mini bread rolls and lots of half sized beer cans. As I rummaged through the various drawers and cupboards I came across a full meal. Jackpot!
I shoveled the contents down my throat, figuring the time for decorum was well past, and was nearly finished when I discovered a small label on the side of the meal. Kosher.
I paused for a moment. Being a Taoist I wasn't sure of the level of blasphemy of my actions. Then I thought, hey I'm a Taoist, I couldn't give a shit. So I finished the meal.
After washing down the meal with six mini beers I was ready for a siesta. I figured I'd achieved a lot so far and decided to call it a day. I laid a towel substitute from one of the linen cupboards on the sand and basked in the afternoon sun, occasionally going in for a dip. Tomorrow I think I'll go exploring. I'm feeling quite optimistic that this whole island deal could be fun. But that could be the beers talking.
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