131153 Heeseung Hwang
Today
I would like to tell you 2 stories that I recalled from a field trip to
Mongolia two years ago. Since Minwoo(Brandon) and I went to the same middle
school he should be aware of all characters in these stories. Brandon was right
there at the scene, so please do not spoil the moment, and keep the best part
to yourself.
Let’s
begin.
This
year on May the 18th wavers will spend 2 weeks in either US or
Europe. In my middle school I had something similar. On 8th grade,
students were able to choose among Hawaii, Mongolia, and China. Brandon, Justin
Hong from class the other class, and I chose Mongolia.
After
about 3 hours of boring flight we arrived at “Chingiz Kahn Airport” and we had
to take a bus to the base camp for another 2 hours. At first we were amused by
the spectacular scenery in front of us, the vast grass plain, wild animals
moving around, and treeless mountains on the back. But we soon realized the
problem that there was nothing to do other than horse riding. So, most of the
day we simply hung out with our friends, trying to figure out what kind of
crazy things we could do on such an empty land. We slept in groups of 3or 4 in these
Mongolian traditional tents, called Gers.
I
shared my Ger with someone who used to be my Best friend, whose name is Brian
Hwang, and Justin. As soon as we got into our Gers we immediately changed into
comfortable clothes, and that is when I took a glimpse of Brian’s underwear. It
was red and pink and was decorated with cute little kittens. It was quite
interesting that Brian was proud of his underwear. Fortunately his girlfriend
was a great relief that enabled me to trust his heterosexuality. So we cajoled
him to throw that disturbing underwear away and wear normal boxers we gave him,
and then we all went out to play volleyball on the grass field.
After
half an hour or so someone shouted “look! Pink underwear! Right there! Near the
net!” I had no idea how that evil underwear got into the volleyball court but I
was surely able to anticipate millions of thoughts that Brian would have at the
moment. No wonder, I looked at Brian and saw him panicking like a homeless bird.
Girls were there as well so nobody dared to approach to the pink underwear. I
calculated the degree of repercussions for boldly picking that pink underwear
with my hands with everyone watching me, and thusly I decided to rather sit
back and enjoy Brian’s mental breakdown. At last we continued playing
volleyball with the underwear still in the court and Brian decided to leave it
there even until we had to leave the basecamp. I hope it is gone by now.
Second story is
about this cow intruding my Ger. We were playing volleyball the other day,( and
I’m not sure who it was, Was it you Brandon?,) somebody shouted “Will there’s a
cow in your Ger.” I thought it was a joke, but I soon realized I was leading
the stampede of curious students wishing to see what kind of disaster happened
at my place.
It was a
critical mistake to leave the door open. Our ger was the closest to the barn
where the land owner raised cattle. This cattle allowed itself in while our
attention was somewhere else. And this cow it pooped on our beds and luggages
and sprayed urine all over the tent as well. My roommate had to wipe out cow
dung on his ipod with wet tissues, but later he told me he threw it away.
Actually Justin Hong, he was in my room, he had cow dung on his bed as well.
For more information you can ask him. Back then he used to be a naïve kid, but I
never saw him swear like that so furiously in his life. Fortunately we had a
leftover Ger, so we grabbed our luggage that smelled like BS and moved to the
other Ger. From then I always keep doors shut behind me. People easily say the
word BS, was every time I hear that phrase I involuntarily reminisce the unforgettable
past.
Unfortunately we
failed to find modern laundries nearby the camp site so we had to conceal our
poop contaminated clothes in plastic bags and spray tons of air fresheners
until we arrived at a fine hotel. But we still had to erase the stains on the
sink with our bare hands and I almost threw up when my hands came across these small
chunks stuck in the gaps.
After
all, a week in Mongolia was fantastic anyways but I would like to give you guys
2 pieces of advice. 1, always condemn your friends for wearing weird
underwears, and 2, always close the door behind you because you never know what
else is going to ruin your trip.
Thank you
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