It was dark. I was not paying attention and I stepped into a puddle. My feet stank.
This sounds like life, doesn’t it? But no, this was not a hypothetical theory. It happened. To me.
I sneaked out from my friend’s wedding in Palembang, Indonesia, to have dinner near her house. It was a very long tedious ceremony where her house was packed with people. I doubt she would have missed my presence.
Eat where the locals eat, right?
So I did. The area was not brightly lit, we sat among everyone, feeling out of place because we were all dressed up.
We did not linger since we had a wedding to return to and left as soon as we were done.
Cut across the carpark as a shortcut.
And then my feet sank into mush and water engulfed my feet.
Was I going to sink? I jumped out as fast as I could, not sure what I had stepped in because it was dark and there was no lights in that area.
Only after stepping up to the car and under the streetlight, could I see and smell the damage done.
My feet stank.
Like horribly, disgustingly, unimaginably stank.
I assume I had stepped into sewage water. Or at least water with all sorts of rubbish dumped into it.
My feet was covered in green bits, I shudder to imagine the source.
I tried to wash my feet desperately with water. It still stank AND I still had to get back to the wedding.
That return trip back was a traumatizing blur for me.
I had to beg my friend to borrow something from her to replace my shoe because I was NOT going to be wearing that pair of shoe back to the hotel.
That day, no matter how many times I scrubbed my feet, I still imagined my feet still stank.
So lesson learnt, eat before you go for a wedding if you know that it will be a long ceremony. But I didn’t know it then, did I? I should have known to always expect the unexpected, especially when one is travelling. Oh, and to be wary of puddles in the dark…unfortunately.
Have you encountered any unexpected incidents during your travels? Please do share! 🙂