Wednesday, 19 June 2013
The Boat Story
Um..hi! Don't give me that look, I know I've been gone for ages. This time I have a valid excuse! Well, I think it's valid. You see, I was being a good Zoe and was blogging almost everyday. I was trying to put out a blog a few days ago which was going to include lots of pictures, because who doesn't like pictures? Anyway,whatever way they synced to my computer they wouldn't upload properly to the blog. So after about half an hour of trying, I just gave up and scrapped that blog idea. Then it took me four days to come up with something else. I do apologize, but I am kind of busy at the moment. That may or may not be a lie. You'll know if I'm lying if you know me personally. Super smiley face.
So, I was searching through my box of stand-up comedy notes, and came across a little memoir type thing of a day I spent on a boat. I thought I might share it with you because, although I did freak out a little (or a lot) this one experience helped me beat my hydrophobia. (Maybe not, I'm still kind of scared to learn how to swim). I call it, "The Boat Story". How original.
The Boat Story
One day, last Summer, my family decided to take a trip down the River Shannon on my uncle's boat. It was like a small fishing boat, I suppose, and it was my first time to ever be on a boat like this, or any boat in general. I'm not going to lie. I was really nervous. I was nervous of that fact that at any moment, the boat could capsize and I'm, well, dead. So, my uncle came to pick us up at the pier..thingy (as you can see I'm not a very experienced fisher..woman), and we awkwardly got in. There's always that fear that the boat will start to move away when you've only got one foot in. If you look down and see the tiniest gap between the boat and the pier, you're going to start screaming and panicking, and of course, you look like a complete idiot.
So, we got in the boat and we sat down, and my uncle gave each of us a life jacket, which I find are a bit ironic. Although they are a life saving tool, you almost strangle yourself to death trying to put them on. It feels like you're being put into a straight jacket and being choked at the same time.
We started of on our "journey", and we're looking at levees and meanders (oooh geography), and lots of weeds and stuff, and it's all calm enough. I began to relax and start joking with my cousin and thinking "Well this is all fine. There's no danger here." After a while, we decided it was getting late and my uncle went to turn the boat around and take us back to shore. Then the engine died out, and wouldn't restart, so we were stranded in the middle of no where! (Slight exaggeration). My uncle went to try and fix the engine and I was starting to panic a little. I wasn't showing it but, I was starting to freak out. Then, I noticed my cousin had randomly starting singing the theme song for Titanic. She thought it would lighten the mood. Perhaps, "I Will Survive" would have been more fitting.
We did, of course, make it back alive. I don't think I will go on a boat again for a long time. I have gone canoeing since though. Maybe I thought it would be safer? That's just my logic.