My daughter, Kate, and I flew to Peru to explore some Mayan ruins called Choquequirao. We were interested in new discovery. We felt it would be more interesting to explore these hard-to-get-to remains in addition to the classic Machu Picchu ruins. We hiked for a couple of days with guides and packhorses to the site. My hiking boots had decided not to fit right and busted some toenails. It was painful but not all that spectacular. Our guides did the trip first class. Tents were set up and a great meal prepared each evening. (Kate always set up my bedding). It was a challenging hike through exotic land tempered by pampering of first class support. When we ate in the evenings we didn’t sit on a log next to the campfire. A table was set up with folding chairs. For those not used to trekking in the wilderness it’s hard to explain how luxurious that felt.
One night as the head guide, Kate and I sat at the table I entered into my natural pontificating. As part of my presentation I lifted my arms to fold hands behind my head. While doing so my chair collapsed and, in less that a second, my view of those at the table was replaced by a view of the underside of the table. My hands were still folded behind my head.
My next observation was two shocked faces looking over the edge of the table at me. This reality quickly broke into laughter. I don’t know what I was verbalizing before the event but it was entertaining to experience a complete change of reality with no transition time. Probably the most dramatic closure to one of my ramblings I’ve experienced.
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