Rat Temple

[Nemra]

 

 

Edited Thursday at 06:50 AM by Nemra

[samijiben]

I went there. It cured my rat-trauma

When I went on one trek without lodges in Annapurna (North ABC), me and my German friend slept in a "shelter" (three-walled rock-hut). Middle of butt-fuck nowhere. 

Night comes. And there are rats in the shelter with us. I hear them scurrying about our midst. I jolt. 

"Veles!!! THERE'S FUCKING RATS IN HERE MAN!"

"Yeah, so what? Go to sleep?"

He was indifferent. 

But I was writhing around, utterly uncomfortable. It was more disturbing than then that time when my ex had the most heinous breakdown on the streets of Jerusalem at 3am. She went bezerk. It was hard.

But these rats were another level. I was hysterical. I was horrified. I held onto my friend, Veles. I was crying into his arm. I was so goddamn scared of those rats. After I finally fell asleep for a few minutes, I woke up to one of those bastards gnawing at my hair. Euuuuuggghhh!! 

My German friend was stoic. He was such a strong man, unperturbed by the rats. Fucking Germans. 

I did not sleep a wink that night. I sat upright, alert, terrified, on the look out for the rats. They ate a one and half pieces of our roti by the time morning came. 

He teased me about it for a long time after. I dedicated many pages in my diary to the "Plight of the Rats."

However, When I went to the Rat Temple, i resolved my rat-trauma. There were just so many of those nasty fuckers, I realized they were benevolent little creatures.

Still, I don't like it when they eat my hair in a three-walled shelter in the shivering cold mountains at night. That will live on as the single most horrific night of my life.

Except when the trees tried to kill me when I was tripping off 500ug of LSD when I was 14 years old, running from the cops with my friends in downtown San Francisco.

 

Ahhh, memories!