day 293: [三亚 (sanya)] = 0km

Upon arrival in a perfect holiday location, the first thing I do is I get sick.

Just my kind of luck.

…

When I woke up this morning my arms felt really heavy, and I had this headache as if someone had knocked me over with a two-by-four.

向鸿彬 (xiang hongbin) obviously thought I looked like shit, so she told me to go back to bed.

So there I was, no chance to leave the house all day…

…but then I kept having these very entertaining dreams:

1) I am at a roadblock on a highway. It’s apparently a roadblock I’ve set up myself, along with a bunch of friends, to have a nice barbeque under the blistering sun on the autobahn. A truck driver pulls up, announces his wish to commit suicide, then gets in the passenger seat and lets the dog (!) drive. The truck runs up some sort of half-pipe and then flips over and explodes. I can see a hand pressed against the windshield. There is blood on the hand. I am shocked.

2) My travel group is in a canyon. We are all walking in a line, looking at some stuff on the way, when I suddenly get this idea. I leave the group and decide to climb up a steep path that leads to the edge of the canyon we’re in. Maybe there are some others following me, I don’t know, but when I get to the top, I realize that it’s just a wall with a hole in it that has been stuffed with big solid bricks. I am very disappointed.

3) Our tour bus is gliding through the night. There are other people with me, but they are minding their own business. A service hostess is waiting on us, and she seems to move in and out of the passenger’s compartment from a door in the bottom of the bus. Intrigued to find out more, I decide to go check it out. When I have opened the door though, I can see that it leads to a long hallway that runs perpendicular to the shape of our bus. “This is not a bus!” I realize, when I notice the service hostess is blocking the way further down the hallway. She is tall and blond and she has a very professional smile. I call for one of my friends to help, but I don’t get an answer. Suddenly I have some kind of gun. One shot, two shots. The service hostess is staggering backwards, but still smiling. Since there is no blood, I just keep shooting. At some point I have her backed up all the way down the hallway to what appears to be a toilet. The service hostess sits down and smiles, then she explains: “We had you guys THINKING you were on a bus, when in reality we had you hooked up to machines, extracting your life energy…” - she doesn’t get any farther though, as I wake up thinking: “WTF, am I really plagiarizing that boring matrix-movie in my own dreams now??”

Soundtrack: A.F.I. - “This Celluloid Dream”

—total: 3555,1km