Other people around the world are working on the same project of surviving on a deserted island for an undetermined period of time. One of them, Mike from U.S, already left during March 2009 for the Cook Islands, he is known to have rented a land from the natives and lived off the island for several months, studying natural remedies, refining fishing and cooking techniques, writing his journal etcetera. In the UK, a group of people from this website, http://purposelymarooned.webs.com, is forming a team of maximum 10 persons to undertake a community based adventure. Finally, my chat buddy Jason (Jayhegard.com), stands up and says he’s soon leaving to the Florida Keys, in search of an uninhabited island. The region has more than 1000 island recorded to be deserted. The guy is departing as soon as February 2010 and he’s looking for a partner too! Check is page if you are interested.
DJ Bart Woland and Me
Whether you hit the stars or the bottom, there is usually someone else out there sharing a similar fate. When you are in hell though, having hell-play-mate is much better than burning all alone. I remember a friend of mine, Luca “Pone” used to tell me the following words when everything seemed to have crashed on my head: “…well buddy, even having hit the bottom has its positive turnaround, think that if you are now at the bottom indeed, at least you cant go lower than that obviously… so the only possible way will be up! Every tiny improvement, even the most microscopic one, will push you up automatically…” True but, now I’m thinking, what’s underneath the boottom? Death for sure. So while the bottom keeps (at least) at the bottom people who are at least willing to stay alive, what about those “left behind”? Me and my hell-mate, in that picture, look like two crackheads and drug addicts, but it’s not like that: we are just two junkies :) The only difference is that i got him addicted with the alcohol and he got me addicted with the smokes. I dont quite know his story in details, but it seems we’re both suffering of love matters. Anyhow he has been very loyal to me and never left me one single day without booze. We are both left with couple of bucks, while waiting for some temporary job’s paycheck so we had to make a choice wether to have meals with beers or with cheap chinese noodles. We found a compromise though, we managed to get some very cheap chinese shit alchohol (probably the same one that used to make some people blind) and have some rice noodles and vegetables to fill our stomach with. We are in Clifford, China, sitting on a bench in the middle of the afternoon, already drunk. This is the blunt truth again, from your live war correspondent, Alan Rooster.
I am out !!! I am free !!!…I’ll be back soon…I made it out alive…again…
Taking first steps outside
Yesterday late night I have experienced some psychological tension; being anxious, claustrophobic and with couple more of unclear behaviours. Im not sure if it’s due to the side effects of the Tamiflu or my own reaction to 4 days of living on a bed. Two new h1n1 infected people were added in our room, bringing up the total number to 5 patients sharing the same tiny space. Anyway, as I promised, I am posting some pictures of this convalescence. Click on more to see the photos.
My dear readers and friends, I am now laying on an hospital bed, with barely the strenght to write this, I feel my head numb at times and heavy some others. I have high fever, cough, shakings, cold, headhache and some ohers normal flu syntomps multiplied by 4. Im scared, Im in complete isolation and quarantined, cut out from the rest of the world. I can’t make any calls outside china but they may allow me later to use the internet cable for 5 minutes as i told them i would need to send an email to my family to advise them of my conditions. The hospital isn’t really what you can expect from a normal hospital…even I recover from swine flu, i might get infected by another disease during my stay at this dirty place. Nobody speak my language so it’s difficult to communicate with their very poor english and my survival chinese. I have to take about 4 pills every meal. As a plus, I got no money on me so I am being treated with the least care. I have no insurance so I cannt get transferred to a better hospital. Yes I got many friends, but sometimes I dont feel like asking, I’ve asked enough during my travels and I want to be on my own. I dont want to make people worry about me, and by the way the few people I would like to see close to me in moments like this are not here. During this life threatening situations you have the chance to meditate about lfe, death and love. It’s like observing again your entire life from a third eye, really objectively going through all your mistakes, happy moments, sorrow and memories in general, simply being able to judge yourself over your past behaviour. I wouldnt want to alarm anyone, as according to what doctors are saying, it should be all fine, as the number of deaths due to this virus are very low. Anyway considering my bad luck im still really afraid if something happens. I know i should try to stay positive and use my energies to believe in myself and get better soon, but most of the times i get kidnapped by thoughts like “and what if…” “what if this time is really the end?”. I have to say, lately I dared too much, I thought i was invincible, I thought nothing could have killed me, I have been passng by Africa going through malaria as well, and i survived it. I had very little care of myself recently, I was too eager and only concerned of getting to my ideal place and possibly to my ideal woman. I may have found my ideal woman, but I guess now it’s too late. I may have found my ideal place too, but i guess i was again too greedy and looked for a better one. Sometimes if we want too much, we might end up with nothing…
