What am I doing?
Just a couple of days ago I was sat at home, cup of tea in hand, just letting my body settle into a comfortable slouch. Now I am here, wet, cold and possibly about to die.
Why did I switch over the channel, why did I watch that stupid advert? "Want some excitment in your life?"
NO! I should have said, excitement and me dont work well together, but I didn't, I just continued watching.
"Then come to Puredoom Island, your adventure starts here!"
I thought 'why not?', I tend to do very little with my life, and since my goldfish died it's been very quiet round the house. So I phoned up, gave my card details, my bank details, my house details, my inside leg measurement and hat size and was told to get to the airport and meet my guide there.
I packed a few things, I guess I should have asked what I needed to take but got swept up on the adrenaline of it all. I thought survival essentials would be a good idea, so in went my toothbrush and floss to start with. A book to read, my camera, my Mp3 player and a pack of gum and I was on my way to the airport. I should have know it was a bad idea from the start, as the journey wasn't easy.