What is this new craze? Geocaching! Sure Richard is a little addicted to it and he keeps going on about it. He was doing all this walking while geocaching but never getting around to going walking with me so I can drop a kilo or 10!So I took matters into my own hands.
"Richard lets go out and find the geocache point" So we did, walking and walking for hours in the forest. It was getting dark (I am petrified of the dark) but we keep finding the geopoints and moving on the the next one. It's getting darker and darker in a forest I do not know at all (makes my fear worse if I don't know the place) Then I am told the new point we had to go to was a long way away so being the sweet person I am, I said it was ok if we go there but hurry because now it was pitch dark!
We went back to the car so we can drive to the new point. After what seemed hours to me looking and walking in the forest for this last geopoint IN THE PITCH DARK. We found nothing there. It was meant to be a pond, but we found a sand pit! The excuses started coming out from Richard, by this time I had turned 5 shades of white, screamed about 20 times due to noises in the forest and it is getting close to freezing point.
Then I hear Richards voice whispers sheepishly: "So would you be mad if I said I put the wrong coordinates in?" Would I get mad? I just about soiled my pants goodness knows how many times, sweating from fear at freezing point, would I get mad? Being all calm and sweet as I am I replied: "No not at all but I will be mad if I don't get back to the car right NOW!.
It is all fun and games doing all the hiking and finding land marks people have set out but I do not know if people sometimes realize how a fear to the extreme can affect someone, fears and phobias are not a thing to laugh at. I must say other then the soiling of pants, the screams, the falling in rabbit holes in the middle of the night, chest pains and the constant feeling something is tapping me on the shoulder in the dead of the night, I enjoyed it. Just next time I am making sure we have at least 3-4 hours of daylight left before I head out on these hikes, so "males" can screw up by put in wrong coordinates in their little gadgets and have enough time to rectify it before I kill them.
Oh yes and an update, Richard went out the day after to finish his little treasure hunt and guess what? He messed up again and still has not found the geocache.
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8 comments:
You guys have the strangest hobbies over there in the Netherlands! lol
Hey Jilly! Errr... It is not just in Holland, but all over the globe. And invented in? Yep, crazy America! So don't blame me Jilly!
And yes, I read my girly's blog too :-P
Ahhh, well leave it a crazy American then! lol
Oh you all say something about crazy hobbies but nothing about poor old me in the dark and having to get dragged along! **takes Jill off christmas card list** :P
I know....I neglected that topic all together, I'm so sorry! LOL I think it was terrible, you being subjected to all of that trauma and turmoil related to your deepest fears! But, on a bright note, it was good exercise! LOL Love ya girl! Miss you!
face it you where laughing your butt off thinking of me falling down rabbit holes in the dark, like the time walking home in lanaken drunk as anything when Micheal (forget her name) laughed so hard she..... you remember they were your shoes LOL
miss you too girly
Oh I will never forget that night and all of those tequila shots and Mr. Man in front of the car at Mondial and us crossing the street to get away from the Peeing Queen! LOL That had to have been one of the best nights of my life (well up until the point where I passed out) LOL And yeah, I'll admit, I was laughing a wee lil bit reading your post just cause I could almost hear you bitching to Richard! LOL
Oh yes that lovely man at mondial naked dancing ontop of ou car because he wanted to take me home, knew I should have taken him home but after I seen him naked on the car there was no use I seen it all then! The Peeing Queen, I will never forget it the squishing sound of your shoes she was wearing echoing through that quiet roman catholic town I lived in ahh the good old days!
As for me bitching at Richard, girl you know me to well but I have been such a good girl I never bitch anymore, I get revenge seems so much sweeter *smiles*
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