I was just sorting through a bunch of my documents, and found this note I wrote to myself regarding a trip last winter. Here's an excerpt:
A guy wasn't feeling so hot because of the waves. He was sitting, head down, his face cradled in the palms of both of his hands. Suddenly without even flinching, he blasted vomit into the interstitial space between his face and hands, his fingers acting as "vomit vanes". The pattern was much like peacock's tail, plumes of vomit fanning out about six feet in every direction. Before the streams could drizzle into nothingness, they were renewed to full strength by a fresh wave. They peaked and ebbed thrice before he groaned and collapsed onto the bench. Stunning, absolutely stunning. Never seen anything like it.
What are some of your precious moments?
A guy wasn't feeling so hot because of the waves. He was sitting, head down, his face cradled in the palms of both of his hands. Suddenly without even flinching, he blasted vomit into the interstitial space between his face and hands, his fingers acting as "vomit vanes". The pattern was much like peacock's tail, plumes of vomit fanning out about six feet in every direction. Before the streams could drizzle into nothingness, they were renewed to full strength by a fresh wave. They peaked and ebbed thrice before he groaned and collapsed onto the bench. Stunning, absolutely stunning. Never seen anything like it.
What are some of your precious moments?