You smelt it, you dealt it!
I think Rotorua and I have a special kinship. Ever since Jr. Kindergarden when Dan Kelly christened me with the nickname Fart1 I have had a special association with fart smells. In grade school I was dogged with the nickname and was the obvious candidate, by namesake only, when someone "let one rip." The name stunk until high school when in grade nine people realised we were immature to continue using such a childish name. Phew!
So, as warned by people and books, now in Rotorua I am greeted to the delightful smell of sulfur. In fact the plane had barely broken the clouds on descent into Rotorua airport when the smell entered the cabin. How odourific!
In ones adult years, farting is a childish enjoyment, less appropriate for public spaces. My social decencies tell me to hold it in for fear of embarrassing myself as the one who "dealt it." But here I am letting them fly with satisfaction in knowing that I am contributing to the local economic touristic potential engine of Rotorura!
And I promise that will the be the one and only skatagorical (sp?) blog I post (on this trip).
1To be fair if not for Dan, then someone else once playing the name game with Martin, would have figured out for sure. So no bad feelings held here
January 18, 2007 at 6:40 PM
Nothing like a blog post about farting when you're off on a travelling adventure. Looking forward to your return, gassy.