There was a private infinity pool attached to my rented villa. It was facing what can only be described as a jungle, below. At the horizon was the Borobudur Temple itself, majestically greeting me like a huge cruise ship.
One afternoon, I
swam lingered in that swimming pool until my fingers turned into prunes and my teeth were chattering with the late afternoon breeze. Just for kicks. And a certain sense of coolness.
While I’d like to believe that it was such an effortlessly cool moment… “Pixie Dream Girl” music on the mini- speaker, beers on the deck, the scenery and all… I am just such a hopeless neurotic that I was uneasy the entire time. I kept imagining things hiding behind the bushes that surrounded me, things on the pool’s tiles (they were just leaves), suspicious noises from the jungle below.
Why can’t I just let go for longer than a minute and not worry about anything?
At the end of the day, I packed my stuff up and had a long soak in the bathtub instead.
…where, again, a number of scary bathtub movie scenes flooded my mind.
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