What I Did On My Holidays, 2017-2018, Day 5

Day 25. 80,115 words.

We had a pretty uneventful fifth day of holidays. It was – astonishingly – overcast and cool, so we didn’t bother going to the beach. Instead, on Wump’s and Toop’s insistence, we went to the local indoor pool.

All in all it was a bit of a pain in the butt because Toop refused to set foot in water that was so cold (it was heated, but not Finland pool heated), and Wump wasn’t having a good day, so after an hour or so we went home.

We hit the Brewhouse for lunch, which was nice (and Yuri’s sister Olivia, after ordering a hamburger with no bun due to her dietary needs, introduced us to the term glutard by way of explaining why she was such a pain at restaurants), and then Mrs. Hatboy, Wump, Toop, Tinny and I paid a visit to the Mammoth Cave in the afternoon.

This is always a treat – we went with Wump last time and she’d loved it so much she’d gone around it twice, but she couldn’t remember that. Well worth a look if you’re in the region. We did a lot of caving when I was a kid, including exploration of unmapped and off-the-tourist-trail caves. At least one of which, I’m told, we got utterly lost in and would probably have died and never been found, since nobody knew we were in there and of course there were no mobile phones or GPS (even if they would work that deep underground). I don’t remember being worried, because I was a tiny moron who thought adults knew what the fuck they were doing.

Anyway, Mammoth Cave is pretty much paved, lit, and has stairs and an audio tour on MP3. Great fun, and the fossilised megafauna are neat.

Then, as was becoming traditional, it was home for naps and eating and more naps.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy. https://hatboy.blog/2013/12/17/metalude-who-are-creepy-and-hatboy/
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2 Responses to What I Did On My Holidays, 2017-2018, Day 5

  1. Yay for glutards! Like “libtard”, in truth we’re the smart ones.

    Though I’ve heard from others with severe gluten reactions that they can eat wheat products in most other countries without symptoms, just not in America and a couple of other countries that use American products. So…things that make you go “hmm”.

    And, I’m glad you didn’t get lost and die in a cavern before I got to know you![1]

    [1] Now we’re good. Spelunk away!

  2. stchucky says:

    Ooh, and I forgot to mention. On our way back to the carpark from the cave mouth, Wump and I encountered our first deadly Australian snake. Which was exciting, for the half-second before it slid away into the underbrush.

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