So yesterday, I was in my groove, perfect song pounding through my headphones, pondering how wimpy Serbians are about rain while running to catch a bus, only to be swamped as it washed a total tsunami of dirty street water on me. And we are talking, like, I couldn't see, there was water in my ears and my hair was soaked. So, I get on the bus, positively dripping, sputtering, but also kind of laughing at the hilariousness of the situation and dabbing mud off my face. And although obviously every single person on that crowded bus saw my incident, not a single person laughed with me or cracked a smile! It was stony faces all around. And then that made me laugh even harder. Such a foreigner.
Reminded me of the laugh attack we had in Brighton when my friend was telling about how she fell flat on her back in a drunken unbalanced moment, and instead of catching her, all the Brits just stepped out of the way of her falling body. For some reason, this incident totally made my day. Bizarre woman I am, that having nasty water splashed on me can put me in a good mood. Less than a week left in Serbia, and though I am sad I am also so invigorated about seeing new places- first Budapest and then off to Spain for a month before flying to Bangkok, Thailand. DAMMMNNNNN, international plane tickets are an aphrodisiac.
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