MINDLESS MUSINGS

Dancing away in the Sari Club in Bali and having a fantastic time. One of our mates (Jeff) slumps on a chair beside us and proceeds to spew into a nearby garbage bin. We already have another mate (Borgs) asleep on another chair nearby. Security arrives on the scene and asserts that the party is over for these two and they need to leave the premises. So we decide that we should all head back to the resort.

Borgs seemed able to function on his own steam, but Jeff was going to need a lot of help. Craig and I, the two smallest guys in the group, took the responsibility of walking Jeff (the biggest guy in the group) out of the club. We were each holding one shoulder on either side of Jeff.

As we exited the club were still enjoying the vibe, dancing to the tunes ringing out into the street. Now this was the main street of Kuta, the party capital of Bali, and cars and bikes where whizzing by at full speed. I thought Craig had a good hold of Jeff and it turns out that Craig thought I had a firm grip on Jeff. So Jeff’s dancing escorts had a very precarious hold on their charge. He got loose and staggered head first onto the road. All we could do was watch in dumbstruck shock.

He staggered completely across the road, missing cars and bikes by millimetres, and on the other side he fell head first into the gutter. How the hell he didn’t get cleaned up God only knows. There was an angel watching over him that night. To stumble across such a bustling road and not so much as a ping from a scooter is an outright miracle. It looked like a Buster Keaton stunt!

By the time we got to him he was sitting up in the gutter feeling his sore head. He had some nice grazes and a fair bit of skin missing, but that was nothing compared to what COULD have happened. Yet another event that leaves me thinking about miracles and coincidences. As Vincent and Jules debated: was it a miracle or was it a freak occurrence?