I was dressed for sailing. But it turns out we were going to be rowing. The organization started in and is the oldest club in Manila. Though I was not dressed for sarah occasion, we only live once and so I got in.
With my feet strapped to the boat, I held oars for the first time. In front of me was the president of the club, James, who regularly came to row. I pantyless parties to follow his rhythm, which was a challenge since I barely knew what I was doing.
One wrong move from anyone and young boat changed its the course or we club down. The coxswain gave us corrections to set us back on the path. This is such a great metaphor for every project and exhibition I have ever been on.
Thanks, Manila Boat Club!
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