Yes, it's true. I forked over some bahts and quickly found myself being strapped into a harness, then a life jacket, then was barked instructions by a thai man on what to do to ensure I survive the experience. He was speeding through his monologue and I had to stop him continuously and ask him to repeat himself (hey, I'm good with accents, but this was a life and death-ish kind of activity that I needed to make sure about). So after confirming that I had to pull on the red strap when coming down, he nudged my shoulder and told me to RUN. So there I was, hoisted up into the air after running 3 paces into the water. I quickly found myself oh, let's say 40 feet above the water, being pulled by a speedboat around Jomtien Beach. I waved at some people on boats, looked at the scenery and wished that I had brought my camera with me. It was kind of hurty to be in the harness, quite a lot of downward pressure, but the warm wind and the fact that I was flying was pretty damn cool. A marvelous 3 minutes indeed.
Being my last day in Pattaya, I spent most of my time on the beach. I'm going to miss all the obese European men in speedos. Ah, memories. A lady approached me and asked if I want my fortune told using the tarot cards in her hand. "Yeah, I tell you your love life, working, your future"...I politely declined as I've determined that it's much more fun to see how it happens in real time. And I went to the local market to buy some key Thai food ingredients. Smuggling is fun. I'm practicing my "Oh, I don't know how that got in there, must have been a mixup with the grocery bags!" to the customs agent should I be discovered. Oh, I'm such a bad liar.
I've also determined that I'm ridiculously addicted to facebook. It's unneccesary really.
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