Gone climbing

For the rest of this week, I will be stuck on an island climbing rocks.

I usually have reflections or sentiments about going away but this time round, I have none. Zilch.

But I am suddenly wondering now...

1. Whether my rack of gears is fine because I didn't inspect before chucking them in the bag. They have been sitting pretty in dust in the storeroom the past year...

2. Where I am supposed to meet my travel companions. I haven't seen or spoken to them the past week or more. In fact,is the trip still on in the first place??

3. About the clause in my $10 travel insurance (PURRRRR-fect deal from Tiger Airways) when it says claimable only for permanently disability or death; what if one is disabled temporarily and not dying?

4. Whether I can pronounce my roomate's name properly when I see her in person. I have been practising whole week but I keep mixing it up with something else (Ingrid? Inga?)

5. Whether someone will shout "Beached Whale!" when they see me lying on the beach (forgot to diet).

6. Whether someone will notice the hole in my (only) climbing shorts. Right at the left butt cheek (Note: must pack beige undies).

7. How am I going to carry my two 10-15kg bags from plane to taxi, from taxi to long-tail boat, across the beach and into hotel?

8. Who is going to water the plants at home?

9. Whether there is phone/satellite signals between the rocks for me to attend a conference call this Thursday.

10. Whether there is such thing as massage overdose (will the bones disintegrate?)

Hey, I do have some sort of reflections after all.....

Au revoir, folks!