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Thursday, 16 June 2011

What not to do in a Thunderstorm - Page 4

Written by Emma Dalby
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To make matters worse, I could see that there were no other boats on the lake at all. It seemed we were the only people stupid enough to try and row back during a storm. There was however a small crowd beginning to gather on the bank.

After a few more failed attempts at trying to get the boat going in one direction, we noticed that there was in fact another boat on the lake. This actually put my mind a little at ease. “ Look,” I said happily “it’s fine, there’s another boat trying to get back too”.

However, the other boat wasn’t trying to get back. In fact it was heading in our direction. Maybe they need help I wondered. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

As the boat got closer, which it did surprisingly quickly, I realised it was a boat full of Nepalese children. I’m not sure exactly how old they were but they looked on average about 13. In perfect English one of the kids called over, “Hey, you need help?”… My reaction of course was to say no, we'd be fine, thank you. My feelings were that if they had just rowed across the lake then so could we. But Tim knew better and had already nodded his approval and before I could thoroughly hang my head in shame, the kid was climbing into our boat. He then politely told me to move and grabbed my oar. Pretty much on his own, (although Tim will strongly disagree with this) he rowed us back to the bank where we were greeted with a round of applause and quite a bit of laughter. My face was glowing but Tim seemed to be enjoying the moment. “Tim” I whispered, “let’s go please”. I think he found the situation quite hilarious, whereas I just wanted to get as far away from the scene as fast as I possibly could.

We found the nearest bar and got two very large and very cold beers.

“That’s it”, I said, “I’m not going anywhere near another boat.”

“Err Emma…“have you really forgotten already?”

“Forgotten what”…I asked hesitantly

He looked like he was trying to think carefully about how to say something…

“We’re going white water rafting tomorrow!”

I sighed.


© Emma Dalby


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