The Yemen Adventure!
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My clients insists on responding: It was much worse. First, I didn't land upright but facedown on my spleen, which, had I one, would've really hurt, trust me. Second, the sand was like oatmeal - prepared for breakfast, I mean - so I sank, according to the apparent agreement my inconvenient mass has with gravity, to a depth of approx. 30 inches. Shock allows for intellectual thought; a feature which fills the space recently occupied by panic which shock subdues. Pure thought mixed with four ounces of adrenalin will sometimes induce as-if-superhuman ability to anticipate with imagination, to observe and deduct, to hope against hope. You know, to figure out.
Considering my mass, I anticipated tunnels to the surface - meaning tunnels of air - in the oatmeal-sand attached to my submersion. I hoped and prayed a tunnel would be near my head. I was still holding my breath, of course, so action was soon required. I decided that my only hope was that an air tunnel was close and in front of my head enough that I might direct it toward me, and that how to accomplish this might be by pushing my head forward (where a tunnel might be), then sharply thrusting my head backward; an action which would secondarily, consequently create an air pocket around the front of my head...
What a nightmare. And with all that laughter going on watching you.
...at least I can't hear them laughing I thought.
...fortunately I didn't have to burrow far from the beach...
