“I did feel more comfortable in the zoo than when I saw that wild snake, because in the zoo there was glass between me and the venomous snake and therefore, he could not pose an immediate threat. In the wild, that glass is not there.”
“No, right, indeed”, I respond.
The Indian boy behind me tells about life in India: “I only know a few recipes, other than that I can’t really cook. But that’s because it’s so normal to hire cooks. In India everyone has a cook and a cleaner.”
After a brief silence, I respond: “Except for the people who are hired as cooks or cleaners it seems to me.”
The boy thinks for a moment. “No, they don’t.”
We arrive at large sand dunes. At the top, we have a view of the sea. “Who knows where you’ll end up if you swim in a straight line from here? I’ll give you a hint, you’ll go under South Africa!” The group’s unanimous guess is New Zealand.
“No, it’s Brazil!”, the tour guide says.
After briefly checking Google Maps, I’m pretty sure it’s Argentina. I show the map to the tour guide. After inspecting it carefully, he says, “I don’t know if what you say is correct though, it could also be Chile.”
The tour guide says several times that these dunes are a pretty good place to bury a corpse. I tell him about a good method to hide a dead body. “You dig a deep hole. That’s where you dump the body. Above that you then bury a fairly large dead animal. When search dogs find the body, the police dig up a dead animal and they continue the search.”
A little later on the bus, he asks passengers for their attention through a microphone. “Onno just told us about a very interesting way to hide a dead body!”
