"Why have you forsaken me!" I heard someone scream in English. "What the f..." I thought to myself as I spun around and fell to the ground under the awkward weight of my unbalanced pack. Popping my head back up to make sure no one saw me, I peered around the corner only to come face to face with the last person I expected to see in Shangri-la. Jesus Christ. Or at least William Dafoe. There, in our little hostel, were two Canadian teenagers sprawled on a couch watching Martin Scorsese's "The Last Temptation of Christ" with Chinese subtitles. Given their manner of dress I could have sworn they were BC climbers. And once we found the giant pot plant in the courtyard, I was pretty sure of it.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Jesus Christ Superstar
"Why have you forsaken me!" I heard someone scream in English. "What the f..." I thought to myself as I spun around and fell to the ground under the awkward weight of my unbalanced pack. Popping my head back up to make sure no one saw me, I peered around the corner only to come face to face with the last person I expected to see in Shangri-la. Jesus Christ. Or at least William Dafoe. There, in our little hostel, were two Canadian teenagers sprawled on a couch watching Martin Scorsese's "The Last Temptation of Christ" with Chinese subtitles. Given their manner of dress I could have sworn they were BC climbers. And once we found the giant pot plant in the courtyard, I was pretty sure of it.
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3 comments:
He's everywhere!
So is pot.
Jesus Christ or William Dafoe?
Both, now that you mention it.
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