Elephants, Massages, Tropical Waters and Caves
“It’s hot in this town here Freddie!”
My sister just walked past me as I opened this new word document, and the quote above is hers.
No, my name isn’t Freddie, and it never was. But you know how families can be.
My dad hasn’t called me Andrew for years.
Nobody in my family seems to call each other by their proper names.
But my sister is right about one thing: it is hot in this “town”.
Flying in to visit me, my parents and my sister flew to Singapore (120km north of the equator) from Victoria, B.C. three days ago.
And tomorrow, we’ll be flying to Krabi, Thailand, where we’ll ride elephants, have a minimum of 10 massages over 5 days, swim in 90 degree ocean water, and explore limestone caves from our rented Kayaks. It’s just as hot in Krabi as it is in Singapore, but we’ll never be further than a few hundred feet from the water.
We’re definitely going to have a great time; my dad and I regress from adults to kids when we travel together. Recently, a reporter asked me if I was “goofy” while I hung upside down on a swing set, while she interviewed me for my book, Millionaire Teacher.
“Of course I’m goofy,” I said.
Anyone who isn’t goofy, from time to time, is really missing out. I didn’t tell the reporter this (because she probably would have run away) but this is what I think.
If I could bring a dead person to life for a day, and ask them, “Hey Freddie (in honor of my sister) I’m going to give you 24 hours of life. You can spend it being goofy, or you can spend it behind the desk at the place of your last employment,” what do you think the guy would say?
Here’s the article the reporter wrote about me for the Singapore Today paper.
Now go out and do something foolish (within moderation, of course).