Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven

Everyone must be wondering why the name of this book is so deformed, so this chapter must explain my spoof obsession.But, as usual, we start from afar. The day of eating instant noodles was the second time that Jim’s younger sister slept in my thatched cottage at night. Jim seemed very relieved to leave her sister to me, or he didn’t care at all. I read in the book "Rare Customs of the World" how Mongolians entertain friends from afar, that is, they lend their yurts and wives to friends to sleep for one night.The Mongols were originally nomads, so they should be romantic by nature, but Mongolia is Mongolia, Gambia is Gambia, and I am me, so they can't mix together in a mess.

So I let my little sister sleep under my bed, and I also gave her my mat to prevent her from catching a cold from the invasion of the earth, while I slept soundly on a somewhat cold wooden bed. I often suffer from insomnia in Taiwan. It’s not because I’m addicted to coffee, but because my head thinks too often, and I’m often in a state of thinking about “how to write a story”, and I can’t stop it.This is one of the reasons. The second reason is that I am very afraid of ghosts, and I often sleep with my back against the wall (ghosts in the back are more terrifying than ghosts in front, and it is more stable to put my back against the wall), light the lamp (in case ghosts walk around the room and I am I didn’t find it), playing some light piano music from Hayao Miyazaki’s animation (listening to music is more nutritious than hearing the footsteps of ghosts), and I was able to fall asleep under all kinds of conditions and conditions.

But even when I fall asleep, my natural dream-prone writer physique also makes my sleep quality worse. When I am lucky, I will get a little bit of luscious dreams, but most of the time I am unlucky and the dreams are horrible. , The background is a strange dream of the end of the world. The fluffy dog ​​who used to lie down and sleep and has almost no habit of dreaming will also dream when I sleep with me. According to the book "Ten Reasons Why You Can't Sleep Well", this is Shaggydog's subconscious mind is influenced by my highly oscillating brainwaves. As I said before, the novel "Different Dreams" is a terrible dream that I benefited from.

I had trouble falling asleep in Taiwan, but I slept soundly in Gambia. Except for the first night, I didn’t sleep until dawn. Maybe it’s because I think the ghosts in Taiwan can’t catch Gambia. Jim came to me just before dawn, with a blue twilight in the distance. When he woke me up by yelling outside the door, I was shocked because I saw little sister Jim sleeping next to me. Be obedient, why is this?Am I perverted to this point? I think back quickly, and I don't have any memory at all. Split personality? I looked at the leeches kept in the bucket from a distance, and was furious: "You must have done it! It was you!"

I put my finger on the nose of Jim’s little sister. It’s so dangerous that I can still breathe. If I accidentally do something to Lori, I still have room for apologizing. If I accidentally die, do I want to swim and escape back to Taiwan? ? I was wary of waking up little sister Jim who was sleeping curled up next to me. She rubbed her eyes and kept apologizing to me, pointing at Sanji on the ground and then at her own feet. I figured it out, it turned out that Sanji was misbehaving, pecking at Jim's little sister in the middle of the night, so she fled to the bed and took refuge in me.

I patted my face and walked out of the thatched hut to greet the enthusiastic Jim. Jim pointed to the rented car and asked me where I wanted to go today. At this time, little sister Jim led Sanji out of the house, Jim laughed and asked me what happened to the chicken. I suddenly felt a little ashamed, because it was about to break dawn, but this hen didn't crow, and from its dumbfounded expression, it seemed that she had no intention of crowing either, which was too individual. "No matter where I go today, I will take Sanji by my hand." I said. "What? You named the chicken?" Jim froze.

"Sunkist, Sanji." I repeat, trying not to see Jim's funny expression. Later, when Jim was driving, I sat in the front seat, and Jim's younger sister was holding Sanji in the back, looking very happy. It is conceivable that the little girl was very excited. Gambia is not a matriarchal society, and the status of the young girl is even lower. Being able to hang out with us like this made her smile uncontrollably. It took the three of them more than an hour to climb mountains and jump to another small tribe. According to Jim, a few friends he knew here sometimes put on some performances in the car. It is very popular with tourists. I suggest that I can watch it. .

"Could it be a performance of endurance? I saw it at the big market yesterday." I smiled. "Oh no no, it's another show, fight! fight!" Jim said confidently. In his eyes, he was quite conceited about the next performance, as if I was looking forward to my little girl falling in love with the Willie Noodles last night. "Fight? A life-or-death kind of fight?" I shared Jim's excitement. "Oh no, it's a show!" Jim was suddenly discouraged.I'm such a badass. When we arrived at the village, it was a large village with many residents and many tourists. The strong rhythmic sound of cowhide drums never stopped, full of vigor, vitality, and rich food.

We are hungry even though we haven't eaten breakfast yet. "What to eat?" I asked. "@#%$^%^&*^^%(#(&@#)!)Jim said a noun. "Sounds good," I said casually, who knows. After more than ten minutes, I realized what the meaningless string was. It can be translated as "bugs scraped from the tree, mixed with eggs, a high-protein nutritious breakfast". A brawny shirtless man raised a raging fire for everyone in the middle of the road, holding a large iron pan with both hands and kept turning the worms and eggs in it. He was not afraid of the heat and yelled vigorously, which drew applause from many Japanese tourists.

Frankly speaking, I don't really like to eat worms, but the worms after roasting are really delicious, and the combination of eggs complements each other, but the appearance is a bit different. I picked up a digital camera and took a few pictures, intending to submit it to the headquarters of McDonald's in the United States for recommendation, to see if it can replace the unpalatable egg burger breakfast, or become a new recipe for Gallo's sweet corn crisps.I sent it then. And this article still doesn't mention why the book is called "The Man Who Fished for Water Ghosts in Gambia", the title is wrong.

Excuse me.