Okay, I figure it was about 600 pounds of the whitest flesh you have ever seen. Flesh on three women who haven’t seen the sun for a very long time. Six blue eyes looked at me as I slithered my flesh and green eyes to boil in the neighborhood hot pot.
I sat knee to knee with strangers who didn’t speak my mother tongue.
There are times like this I have to imagine that someone picked me up and plunked me down in unfamiliar surroundings just to see what I would do. I sat getting warmed up and that felt good to this expat.
A young blond lady came over and asked if I wanted to join them in an aerobic exercise. Sure I did, so I climbed out with the other white flesh and two men joined us for an hour workout in the pool.
Then back to the hot pot to soak some more. A gentleman who works at the pool brought a pitcher of ice water and glasses for all of us so we wouldn’t dehydrate.
That sounds funny…don’t dehydrate while you’re sitting in water.
Then there were four women and a man in the pot. Soon another women wanted to get into the pot and there was some discussion. The gentleman hopped out and the woman exchanged the hot pot seat with him. I figured out that it must have meant that there could only be five people in a pot at a time. I can see why; that’s a lot of knees, ankles, toes and derriere’s.
Before he got out, he tried to tell me that he was a farmer; he searched for the English words to tell me he raised sheep. When he said cheap, I Ba ba-ed like a lamb and he smiled and nodded his head.