I'm still sick. [knocked out]
Here's the story.
---- 4 Days ago ----
On a whim, my entourage decided to undertake a drive to what people in the UK call the seaside.
To get there, we had to crawl through the worst tropical hellholes of "roads" for 6 hours, "roads" that have descriptions of life like "Major Depression Ahead".
Which means that you have to go down a sort of cliffside, where the "road" used to be. It's the sort of journey where you pressure up the spare, and get a extra socket wrench, and make sure the radiator is flushed out and refilled, and the brakes are serviced first.
There is no lighting on these "roads." It's like flying in an anarchy system.
But once there, I could at least pull in to a family-owned place. They run a sort of little resort, with monkeys and macaws, and parrots, and all sorts of friendly critters in a private zoo. You can rent a flat with all the amenities, play football on the beach, use the pool etc. So it's all good.
Except the family likes to cook excellent delicious food, with the local peppers.
Specifically, with the Moruga Scorpion pepper.
Have you ever heard of that pepper? No?
Well, Batman uses it to make his pepper spray. I kid you not.
There are other peppers that are hotter, but those are not naturally occurring.
(Batman is a Unprintablewordthatrhymeswithostard.)
When you bite into one of those peppers, it seems quite mild initially. Like how a rocket looks slow, just off the pad.
Rockets however don't produce the same sort of temperature. Because they can't.
Nothing else can.
And the unspoken horror of it is that, after you eat them, they have to come out.
Here's the story.
---- 4 Days ago ----
On a whim, my entourage decided to undertake a drive to what people in the UK call the seaside.
To get there, we had to crawl through the worst tropical hellholes of "roads" for 6 hours, "roads" that have descriptions of life like "Major Depression Ahead".
Which means that you have to go down a sort of cliffside, where the "road" used to be. It's the sort of journey where you pressure up the spare, and get a extra socket wrench, and make sure the radiator is flushed out and refilled, and the brakes are serviced first.
There is no lighting on these "roads." It's like flying in an anarchy system.
But once there, I could at least pull in to a family-owned place. They run a sort of little resort, with monkeys and macaws, and parrots, and all sorts of friendly critters in a private zoo. You can rent a flat with all the amenities, play football on the beach, use the pool etc. So it's all good.
Except the family likes to cook excellent delicious food, with the local peppers.
Specifically, with the Moruga Scorpion pepper.
Have you ever heard of that pepper? No?
Well, Batman uses it to make his pepper spray. I kid you not.
There are other peppers that are hotter, but those are not naturally occurring.
(Batman is a Unprintablewordthatrhymeswithostard.)
When you bite into one of those peppers, it seems quite mild initially. Like how a rocket looks slow, just off the pad.
Rockets however don't produce the same sort of temperature. Because they can't.
Nothing else can.
And the unspoken horror of it is that, after you eat them, they have to come out.
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however some places are more fun than others, the desert can be both beautiful and annoying.