Scariest-or liveliest-moments of our lives

[Moo du]

I love stories. Stories of people entertain me and educate me at the same time. Its a sort of communication too. I collect stories. I just need to be introduced to somebody, and as soon as I see we are comfortable with each other -usually in a bar, on the second drink- I will ask them to tell me their most scary, vivid ,intense or whatever moment (its usually a story). In my times in Thailand, I have met well worn, seasoned travellers and expats. All bare their scars and bruises from living in SEA Asia. All have developed their own philosophy and ways in order to cope -and- live a happy life -as they perceive it-. And all of them have their own,personal unique stories. Just when I think I just heard the most intense story ever, next person tells me an even more fascinating, unthinkable story.

So, here s my story. It is dedicated to the travellers and even mostly to the expats, may the Lord Bhudda be kind enough to keep them safe and sound.

In the year 2003 I was 33 years old. Dont ask me how and why but at that time I was living the dolce vita in Patong, Phuket.Lucky enough to live in Patong and go away before the tsunami. The scene is crazy, just what I need at the time.I already knew Thailand, been here before, had a girlfriend, girlfriend teach me Thai,so I can speak Thai now and doing it the Thai way. So in some bar I met Rafi, an Israeli -about 28 yo- guy. Guys, girls, you now how this goes. You meet somebody at the bar, you share 2-3-4-5 drinks and..can speak about anything. So after the 5th I proposed Rafi a deal. He said ok. I would tell him the most scared shitless moment of my life and he would have to do the same. He agreed. We ordered a next round a drinks and I started my story:

In the year 1991 I was 21 yo. Just released from 19months army service .I backpack India. I go to Kashmir. I go trekking in lower himalayas with donkeys. As we set the camp for the night a boy from a nearby village comes to me and offers me a big chunk of hush. I buy it, and everybody has a lovely time for the rest of the trek. Time flies, and I have a flight from Srinagar to New Delhi in order to catch my flight back home -europe-.Now I dont want to waist this wonderfull dope I got , so I started stashing it anyware I could. I ve put most of it in my big, give away bag, but I also stashed a couple of 5 gr pieces inside the cup of a rexona

deodorant I was carrying on my shoulderbag..(remember 21 yo)..

I go through the passport control in Srinagar and its full of army soldiers..everywere,in every post. I proceed through the metal detector and I m ok. Then there is a table with a very serious army lady(Indian,scary dark brunette and yes attractive)which takes everything from my soulderbag and laying it on the table. She reaches the deodorant and she opens the lid.At that time my heart stopped.The two pieces of hush bounched and layed there on the table..

The most cold sweat I have ever felt, came through my body. The room was full of Indian soldiers with machineguns. My only thought was that I m going to -stupidly- spend the rest of my life in an Indian jail, and die there.

The army lady looked at me, and slightly smiled with a naughty grin. She then took the two pieces of hush and put them back on the lid and closed it. She put everything back in my shoulderbag and told me to proceed. I was still in such a fear shock that I proceeded pretty much automatically for the rest of the trip.

Even today, after 25 years, when I think about it I still get scared, I still think that some higher power decided to get me out of this.

Rafi loughted, and said that that was a good story. He said he was watching my eye movement and my body language and he thinks my story is true. I loughted,

and I asked if its nessesary that he gives me the mossad treatment. We both lought, and he started telling his story:

In the year 1990 I was 20 yo. As any Israeli man I was already serving my 5 year military service as a seargant in the infantry. I was in charge of a 3 person mounted jeep that was patroling the western bank .At that time there where riots and clashes, and the situation was high alert, as anything could happen.

As we were patroling,-1 lone jeep- we got lost. I dont know how but we were totaly disorientated. I saw a sand road forming in the dry desert land, and I ordered my driver to follow it. None of the 3 of us wanted to communicate base, as we would look as fools to our comrads if we ask for help. We followed the road,untill we ended up in the main square of a palestinian village with about 80 armed men gazing us in hostility.All 3 of us were ashtonished and grasped at our galils for the final battle.

An unarmed man approced us and calmly ask us if we need some help-in Hebrew.I said yes please contact Israeli headquaters.He said ok but you have to give us your guns. We looked at eachother and said no way but eventually I talk them to surrender our guns. I gave all 3 guns to the man and was ready to piss myself (as my soldiers were). Then a few of the armed soldiers came around us and start..guarding us. The man notified our forces. He then gave us a map of the area with the exit route for us highlighted. He explained the way to my driver and he wished us Insallah.Still today, me and my crew, we have totaly reconcider our view and behaviour towards neighbouring countries and societies. This man that handled us in the village,was a man that was able to behave above hatred, or any other human sentiment.All the crew of the jeep took a huge liking to the man who was handling and speaking with us,and we all agree that we ll love and respect this certain man, for as long as we breathe. We were escorted by our -supposingly- enemies back to to our people.

This is my true story, that I thought I would die, in return for your true story.

I smiled and I I orderd another round. I knew that Rafi just told me his true unique story, because I also use the mossad way.

Both stories are true.I met Rafi -an Alias- in Khao san in 2009.

C mon.Share your most intimate, personal story .

[puukao]

I must have ADD. I WANT to read these stories, since I'm sure they are good....but the post seems too long for my weak mind.

sorry.....don't worry, will still give LIKE

[HooHaa]

no.

[Moo du]

I am asking for your stories.Not your opinion.I am adressing to the peole who have a story to say.