Just Dug Out My 1999 Diary, And Apart From Making And Receiving 2 Phone Calls, I Did Nothing.... Quite The Party Animal Aren't I....? Cheers Glen.
i was 13 at the time my parents took both myself and my sister to the city to watch a firework display. cardiff has a wonderful park area so many people were out to see it i remember wearing terrible baseball caps back then so of course was that day also. we ate burgers from a van and my dad bought me a beer the only other thing i can remember was a large lighting display it was a champagne bottle all in all it was an extremely pleasant memory.
What The Hell Are You Bitching About, How Do You Think Posts Like That Make ME Feel...:bigcry::bigcry:.? Tears Glen.
I was just 8 at the time. I believe i was with patrick and greg and wes. Probably causing a ruckus somewhere
I'm Just Leaving For Town To Buy Some Fresh Seafood For Lunch, Don't Be Here When I Get Back Young Man...:toetap05: Sneers Glen.
I saw the new year roll in from a dugout canoe in the middle of the Amazon River about 75 miles from the city of Iquitos Peru. My son and I wanted to go back to his old home for New Years to visit his family there. I wanted to avoid people and excitement. About 11m a 14 year old boy from a little village near our camp came through the jungle to watch the New Year celebration with us. There were about 10 people at our little campsite. On the way over he got bitten by a snake but didn't see it...just felt the bite. He had no pain and was having fun so we figured it was a "dry bite", bitten but no venom. At 11:30 me and this local guy paddle out into the middle of the river where we can see the stars really well. We drifted past the camp and all was peaceful. About an hour later we headed back and heard screams well before we got there...the poison had kicked in. He had been bitten by a Fer De Lance. The boy's leg was already turning purple and was swelling from his foot all the way to his upper thigh. We had no medication and the boat that dropped us off wasn't due until about noon. The kid had no immediate family so we took him back to his village where he lived with a distant relative. They believed that looking at him would weaken his spirit so they sewed him up in an old sheet and put him in the middle of the room. Everybody sat around and moaned and grieved because he was dying. The next day when our boat came back we could still hear him screaming and crying in pain. I asked the local guys what would happen and they said everybody was waiting for the kid to die. My son and I asked if we could have the kid and take him to a hospital. The people in the house said it was fine. If we could save him good...if not we could bury him!!! We were several hours from Iquitos in a slow rough riding boat. Just south of the Equator it was full blown summertime but the kid was chilling and kind of drifting in and out of his senses. He also stunk to high hell I guess because the hemotoxin from the bite was causing him to leak blood. His eyes were red, bloody mucus was draining from his nose. When we got to Iquitos we had to carry him up a steep bank to get to a road. When we got to the hospital they told us we could leave him there to die comfortablly or go buy the medicines and anti-venom because the hospital didn't have any supplies. We left the kid and made a crazy trip through Iquitos trying to find anti-venom, Cipro, Valium and morphine. By the time we got back a great young Peruvian doc took over the kid and had us work with him getting the kid in a bed, cleaned up and shot up with the meds. His leg was so huge he was in danger of the skin splitting. There was no definition from foot to hip, just a huge swollen purpleish/black mass. The kid was soon unconscious and the doc took Edward and me off to his office to thank us for saving the kid. He gave us a list of meds we could carry for furture use if someone got bit. Ed and I were totally wasted fro lack of sleep and worry. We were giddy with relief that the boy would make it and so started the year 2000. The "kid" is a grown man now and has his own family. He always sends messages from his village to friends of ours thanking his Gringo family for saving him. Most of my other New Years have been pretty tame in comparison.
i was at the beach with my cousins we left home early so we wouldnt get stuck in traffic, but it didnt matter ... we got stuck in a traffic jam, so we had to park far from the beach and walk most of the way to the beach but it was fun
Thank you for sharing that as it made me have a little more faith again in mankind. Sometimes we all need a little remineder.