golf and the end of the world
Today Andrew, Constantin and I went golfing at the Lagos de Palermo club here in Buenos Aires -- taking advantage of the misty rain that so terrifies Argentine golfers.
We had the course to ourselves.
Andrew had played the game on just one other occassion, so the tall German and I gave him pointers as we meandered through 18 holes in just under 6 hours of play.
As we left the course, the wind started to pick up. About a block away from the course, one golf ball-sized piece of ice hit the street in front of us. We walked over to it, picked it up and looked around curiously. Then another piece fell, this one slightly bigger than the last. Here, Constantin was heard to utter the word "run."
As we sprinted along in our new fisherman's caps (new as of yesterday), and as our clubs chimed against eachother in rhythm, Constantin warned passersby to take cover -- making use of "exhibit A," the giant piece of ice which he held up like a talisman or a holy rune.
We darted for a passing bus, the 130, and flagged it down.
While we borded, all bloody hell broke loose.
Ice, in sheets, was falling from the sky. Huge cubes, the kind that might be used in cocktails, the kind that you might find in clear plastic bags at 7-11, was streaking towards earth. Then came the lime-sized munitions of the heavens...
The bus plugged along and we ducked and winced as the metal roof was violently pelted. When it became too ridiculous to continue-on, we parked with 50 other cars under an overpass to watch in shock. From our relative safety, we witnessed countless windshields destroyed by the holy-cold mortars. We thought of the poor colony of homeless cats in the botanical gardens, and then -- as the storm intensified and as water and floating ice began to creep up towards the floor-level of the bus -- of loved ones in far-off places.
Whole branches were felled by the hail, avenidas became rivers, and shattered glass littered everywhere.
According to the newpaper Clarin, there are at least 15 wounded, several accidents and "mountains of damage" as a result of the storm, which seems to have subsided ... for the moment.
Craziest shit I ever saw.
We had the course to ourselves.
Andrew had played the game on just one other occassion, so the tall German and I gave him pointers as we meandered through 18 holes in just under 6 hours of play.
As we left the course, the wind started to pick up. About a block away from the course, one golf ball-sized piece of ice hit the street in front of us. We walked over to it, picked it up and looked around curiously. Then another piece fell, this one slightly bigger than the last. Here, Constantin was heard to utter the word "run."
As we sprinted along in our new fisherman's caps (new as of yesterday), and as our clubs chimed against eachother in rhythm, Constantin warned passersby to take cover -- making use of "exhibit A," the giant piece of ice which he held up like a talisman or a holy rune.
We darted for a passing bus, the 130, and flagged it down.
While we borded, all bloody hell broke loose.
Ice, in sheets, was falling from the sky. Huge cubes, the kind that might be used in cocktails, the kind that you might find in clear plastic bags at 7-11, was streaking towards earth. Then came the lime-sized munitions of the heavens...
The bus plugged along and we ducked and winced as the metal roof was violently pelted. When it became too ridiculous to continue-on, we parked with 50 other cars under an overpass to watch in shock. From our relative safety, we witnessed countless windshields destroyed by the holy-cold mortars. We thought of the poor colony of homeless cats in the botanical gardens, and then -- as the storm intensified and as water and floating ice began to creep up towards the floor-level of the bus -- of loved ones in far-off places.
Whole branches were felled by the hail, avenidas became rivers, and shattered glass littered everywhere.
According to the newpaper Clarin, there are at least 15 wounded, several accidents and "mountains of damage" as a result of the storm, which seems to have subsided ... for the moment.
Craziest shit I ever saw.
posted by lullaby at 26.7.06
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