Wow, that was a boring day today.
Not a black out, not a samba.
Only the Israeli team (6 of them) made it worthy being exposed to the strong wind, the unforgiving sun and the cold water (now down to 27 degrees!) for so many hours, and provided us with some good entertainment. And amazingly a couple of them even managed to get a white card!
The others maybe felt in a happy mood and wanted more colorful cards. We got some late starts, some late surface protocols, some short depth, and I don't remember what else.
Now, a little digression so that you can understand what has been going on the pyramid during the whole day, because nobody else other than us and the Israeli had a clue: if you would have lived in a primitive country like Egypt for too long like we have, and your IQ would drop considerably (obviously due to the lack of intellectual stimulus) like ours had, then you could only watch intellectually unchallenging movies like "u don't mess with the zohan", which is obviously all about Israelis, their culture and their funny way of speaking, and then finally you would understand why all of us spent the whole day speaking about schnorHkels, HaustrHalians, fizzy bubblerH, Hummus and have a disco brHeak uuh uuh between every official top, and you would find it funny.
Well, I can tell you that the IsrHaeli team didn’t find it very funny, but who cares, we are the ones with the red cards in our hands.
(And just for the record, when I say US, I don't only mean Lotta and I, but the rest of the book club: Dean, Katya, Leif the slave and Nikki. And ok, I confess I had to watch the movie twice before I could grasp all the deep insights.)
While we were pissing ourselves, there was something strange happening on the other platform: several athletes kept sitting there exposing their private parts to the attention of Erika the scientist and the rest of her team.
Here you see Kathryn, who has this innocent angel face, and then look what she's doing.
And then Gordon, who (during poor Karsten final breathe-up) you can see in the process of lowering his pants. Poor Karsten didn't appreciate that, let me tell you.
However, I wonder if these people were trying to buy a white card by offering their naked bodies to others, which wouldn't surprise me considering the amount of sluttiness going on in the freediving world, but unfortunately they were on the wrong platform trying to bribe the wrong people.
No big damage, since there's not many of them that I would want to see naked anyways.
Guys, if you want to bribe the right people, tomorrow come to the big platform, and please show us money instead than your pale naked bits, thank you very much.
Oh, and by the way, here's the result list of day 1, the FIM day, where is so difficult to get a yellow card (because of the inability of making rope violations), but our athletes still manage to get them just to keep us entertained.
Most yellow went to early turns, and those are my favorite dives, because together with the yellow I can give the athletes the chicken card.
And here the team results:
I'm sure you're wondering who the team members are, and i have to say i ave no idea. lotta is doing all the paperstuff, including the teams registration, while i spend my time taking the piss (and embarrassing pictures). I'll investigate more and let you know about the team situation.
About the chicken's (or pussy's) situation, the athletes seem to believe that chickenness (or pussiness) is a medical condition. Now, how did I find that out? The other day I had a 10 minutes break during my 6 hours safety session in the water, and being very hungry I grabbed a bit of leftover food from Jeremy plate.
Mike saw me, grabbed his head in his hands in a dramatic motion, and in a panicked voice he screamed "Oh my god!!! Now you got infected with the chicken virus!!!"
I thought he was being ridiculous, but all the others were showing terrible concern.
But now that I think of it…OMG, what if he's right? That happened right before I jumped on the sled with George and I stopped halfway!
Anyways, chicken virus or not, I did the deep safety for the deep guys: I safely escorted back from the abyss Marek, Roman (who got DQ but then won the protest and got white), Mateusz, and Alexey.
Alexey was obviously the deepest, with a 90 m dive, and he came up, yawned, and did the SP in 3 seconds and a half. Since we were worried for his safety (not for the depth, but for the aggressive pissed off freedivers), the Egyptian army was in blue hole for his protection. Nobody noticed anything of course, since those brave higly trained special soldiers were cunningly disguised as defenceless snorkellers (or schorhkellers).
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