If I'd considered the issue particularly serious, I probably wouldn't have turned Kepler's groundbreaking thesis on planetary motion into a South African submarine sandwich.
Every day around noon (except on Sundays and public holidays), tension grows between two formidable opponents at the Lion Battery...
Whether it was a true call to swashbuckling adventure remains mostly ambiguous, though I can say with a fair amount of certainty it was, at the very least, an excellent surprise.
Taking an intro class into the very basics of Silat was like stepping into another world of warriors and rice fields, where mental & physical agility had to be honed as much as the weapons they used.
Perhaps the momentary lapse of leg-life was caused by mischievous ancestors. Perhaps it was the skirt. If ever I were to go back, I'd probably wear shorts.