Scary


Huong Hai 17

Our floating home for a couple of days in Vietnam’s North, on beautiful Halong Bay. The junk Huong Hai.

We have Room 101:

Keys Huong Door

Reverend: “Wow, this floorboard is really squeaky… listen to this,” (pushes foot up and down on board): squ-e-e-u-p, squ-e-e-u-p, squ-e-e-u-i-o-p

Nurse Myra: “Um, I heard that sound before when I wasn’t near the board. It was doing it all by itself. I don’t think it’s a squeaky board”

Reverend: “Sure it is. Listen – when I push the board, it squeaks,” (pushes board): squ-e-e-u-p, “When I push it again, it squeaks,” (pushes board again): squ-e-e-u-p, squ-e-e-u-p -chitter- squ-e-e-k-k-k-ity-squ-e-e-k.

Takes foot off board, and walks away a few paces. Squ-e-e-u-p, squ-e-e-e-e-ek, squeek, squeek, squeek.

Uh-oh.

Oh man. Room 101. Of course. Everyone knows what’s in Room 101.

Letter of the Beast

Ah yes. Well some of my more astute readers (thank you m) have jumped one step ahead (almost reading my mind in fact… hmmm… interesting to speculate about that) to remind me that today’s date begs for some kind of appropriate post.

As if that kind of thing would escape my attention.

The above photo was taken a couple of weeks back and I’ve been saving it for a… special… occasion. I draw your attention to the two key words.

I didn’t notice this until I uploaded the pic into iPhoto. Anybody require further proof?

(Click on the image for a more detailed version)

Glitch Attack

Oh my God! Don’t put your hand in there!

Minion

I have fewer Jehovah’s Witnesses knocking at the door these days.

(I swear – I just snap the shots and this is the way they turn out).

Unretouched image.

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