Lately, Fai and Candy has slowed down on the racing and instead been on these rather interesting “Exploring” trips into the New Territories, they will look up different “Haunted” areas around the villages or the edge of the city, near the reservoirs in the middle of nowhere. I enjoy the ride there and seeing the surrounding areas, because it’s always places I would never go, and have absolutely no idea where it is on a map. To me it’s a sort of night hike, with torches, and does kill the monotony of life.
What I didn’t expect and was absolutely shocked by was how wimpy these men were, how scared they were of ghosts, believe in their power, darkness and nature is so utterly unknown that their fear gets the better of them, and what I never thought was possible was when it comes to this, they’re wimps.
Last weekend, we had to abandon a trek for no reason what-so-ever, I still had no idea why it was collectively decided we had to quit. Mainly, the guy in the front kept going, “But there is no road, we can’t walk it.” But as far as I can see, it was a pretty easy path of rocks, that would be far easier than the shrubs and trees we’ve had to go through in the first section.
We’ve abandoned at least three or four trips because there were not enough people (seven??), walked back after only ten minutes, went the long way across a fence because the stairs into the abandoned school was a little further than they had the guts to go.
I even got accolade of bravery when I caught a glow bug in my hands. Once as a joke, I walked into the bathroom of the school, and urged them all to follow, and then proceeded to scream on the top of my lungs. This allowed me to watched a few Mr. Machos, jump up and down with their heads in their arms and run out of the place. The other girls were furiously wiping away their tears, and giving me filthy looks, as Fai explained away, “She went to school in America, they don’t understand these things!!”
It’s true. I understand going to school in America makes me not understand these things, I was once told not to look over somewhere, and when I did, all I saw were graves. When they caught me doing it, they told me not to, and when I said, “What’s gonna happen?” I always get the perfect Chinese answer of “You just shouldn’t,” and I said, “What will happen? Do you think I will get possessed?” and they went, “Just don’t!” “Just in case!”
Just in case for what I don’t understand, coz just in case I sometimes wish the AE111 1989 will have a seat belt in the backseat so I don’t get thrown through the windscreen if there is ever a crash but that never bothers them.
That’s what I don’t understand, and they don’t seem to be able to explain it to me. These people face death as a hobby, although I understand they don’t feel it’s as dangerous as I make it out to be, but they are so utterly horrified of what the after life can bring. What darkness can bring, what stories, and ghosts, gods and retribution can bring.
Yan Sham-Shackleton Online 