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diff --git a/content/entry/my-first-psychedelic-mushroom-trip-in-san-jose-del-pacifico.md b/content/entry/my-first-psychedelic-mushroom-trip-in-san-jose-del-pacifico.md index 1f2793b..4e6bfb2 100644 --- a/content/entry/my-first-psychedelic-mushroom-trip-in-san-jose-del-pacifico.md +++ b/content/entry/my-first-psychedelic-mushroom-trip-in-san-jose-del-pacifico.md @@ -33,9 +33,9 @@ My prolonged silence concerned my wife, who asked me, "Are you okay?" All I coul Before I knew it, I started shaking and became progressively more restless. The fire wasn't doing its job of warming me up, but I didn't feel cold enough to shiver. Strange. I chalked it up to the cold and we headed in for the night. -We got inside our cabin and started walking down the dark, creaky wooden corridor to our room. It was an eerie scene. As we got inside, I saw another tourist was also retiring to his room. We exchanged knowing grins. Both of us knew what the other had come to the town for. No words were necessary. +We got inside our cabin and started walking down the dark, creaky wooden corridor to our room. It was an eerie scene. I saw another tourist was also retiring to his room. Him and I exchanged grins. When my wife and I tried to open the door to our room, it didn't open. It was stuck. -When my wife and I tried to open the door to our room, it didn't open. It was stuck. We fiddled with the doorknob for a few minutes without success. It was cold and dark, everyone was sleeping, we both wanted to lie down, I was tripping on mushrooms of unknown strength, and our room's door inexplicably stopped working even though it was just working a short time ago. I rested my forehead on the wooden door in defeat and suddenly started maniacally laughing at how ridiculous the whole situation was and my wife started cracking up with me. +We fiddled with the doorknob for a few minutes without success. It was cold and dark, everyone was sleeping, we both wanted to lie down, I was tripping on mushrooms of unknown strength, and our room's door inexplicably stopped working even though it was just working a short time ago. I rested my forehead on the wooden door in defeat and suddenly started maniacally laughing at how ridiculous the whole situation was and my wife started cracking up with me. After composing ourselves, I started picturing how the locking mechanism worked. After a few minutes, I proclaimed to my wife "We just need to twist the knob from the inside." She looked at me with the face of "No shit Sherlock." That was when I realized what I'd just said was the most obvious thing in the world and started laughing all over again, this time at myself. Composing myself for the second time, I noticed that the base of the doorknob, the part that's flush with the door, was twisted off-center. I twisted it back into place and voilà, the door opened. |