Igor The Troll

Acapulco Cliff Diver

I was in Acapulco for a few days already, and I was getting itchy. I just broke up with my new, Mexican girlfriend, and I had nothing to do.

I met the girl in Oaxaca, Mexico and we traveled together to Acapulco. She treated me really nice while we were on the road, going from one small town to another. But once in Acapulco, she turned cold on me because I interacted with other Americans. One day I wanted to order pizza to eat. She really got upset and went ballistic on me. She screamed out she wants to eat Mexican food not Greengo food and went to slap me. I caught her hand and slapped her. That was a bad move.

She called the police on me and I got arrested. They brought me, together with her to a local police station. They put me in a small cell with other guys. Luckily I spoke some Spanish, so I was able to converse with them. They were telling me, I would be locked up for years for hitting a woman. I knew they were just trying to extort money from me. I said she is my girlfriend and we just had a fight. They tried to play hard nose, but I did not cave in. Eventually they said give them dinero – money. I said I do not have any. They relented, “Just give us money to put your girlfriend on a bus back home to Oaxaca.” I agreed. I gave them 20 usd and they let me out of the cell.

I was happy to get away clean from the cops. I was a bit of a bad boy then. I use to smuggle American goods over the border from San Diego to Mazatlan. I also traded currency, buying dollars from tourists and selling pesos to Mexican gold shops. I figured I would try trading money in Acapulco as well. There were many tourists hanging around the beech. I first tried in hotel lobbies. I approached the tourists and asked them if they wanted to change their dollars into pesos. They thought I wanted to buy pesos and sent me to an exchange house. I tried telling them, I will give them better rate than an exchange house, but it was a hard sell. After a few attempts hotel security guards came by and asked me to leave.

Changing money for tourists worked fine in Mazatlan, but it was a bit more difficult in Acapulco. In Mazatlan there were not many exchange houses, and security was a bit lax, so I had no problem approaching the tourists. I was honest, and offered better rates than exchange house, but it was hard to get people to trust you with their money. Thrown out of a few hotels I went to hustle the beach. There were not many tourists laying around on the beach, and the ones who were there, were not interested in changing money.

Still, I did not give up and continued to walk the beach. I was a bit tired from walking under the hot sun, and there was a really good-looking Senorita hanging out. I decided to take a break and say hello to her. I just said, “Acapulco is really nice!” She agreed and our conversation started. She told me her name is Maria and she was staying with her aunt up on the hill. We talked about funny things and got to know each other. I proposed to rent a car and drive around. She agreed. We got off the beach and rented a car.

We rented a Volkswagen convertible. My new friend Maria had long red hair, and as we drove the hair danced in the wind. We went up the cliffs and visited a villa for lunch. The villa grounds where sparsely laid out, and the house were white. We went to the pool restaurant to have lunch. The pool overlooked the bay, and waves were rolling and rippling onto the surrounding rocks. It was a magnificent look of the water.

We set down on the soft cabana chairs and ordered a dozen of huge oysters and a bottle of Champagne. I wanted to impress the girl. The oysters were delicious. They slid down your throat. It felt better than sex. The waiter came around and asked us for our room number. We were not staying there, but I figured why not try to be smart. I said my room is 405 and signed it as Frank. The waiter went away but I felt he was watching us. I said to Maria, let’s go. She quickly got up and followed me. We quickly got into the car and drove pass the security gate. We were out of the place and laughing like two children. She knew I skipped the bill, but she did not care. She kind of, like me, enjoyed the frill and excitement. We got away clean.

Our next stop was the Acapulco cliff divers. We pulled up to the rocks and got out of the car. There was a slim tan good-looking guy ready to jump off 100 feet cliff into the churning green waters bellow. One, Two Three, he ran back a few meters and catapulted forward into the abyss with his hands extended forward. It was a beautiful somersault and he disappeared into the waters bellow. Oh, what a spectacle. I would not even dream of trying something like that. It is so easy to hit the rocks bellow and crash to your death.

Back in the car, we drove down the cliffs road to the beach. At the beach, we saw a small island not too far away. We tried to hire a fisherman with a wooden boat to take us to the island for a few hours. He would need to wait for us and bring us back. He would not agree to wait for us. We gave up. I do not know why, maybe it was the oysters but I was horny as hell. I took Maria behind the rocks, on the side of the beach. We started kissing like crazy. We were both wearing shorts, and I found it no problem penetrating her. We went down on the sand and made passionate love. At on point a few Mexican Federales came around and started watching us. They were giggling and pointing fingers at us. I did not pay attention to the Mexican police and kept making love to Maria.

After we finished making love I drove Maria to el Bario. She hung out with me for a while but would not invite me to her aunt’s house. I guess the Mexicans are ashamed if they have a relationship with an American or another westerner. I said goodbye to her and returned the car back to the car rental shop. With nothing to do I strolled around the beach. I helped the local fisherman pull in a net of fish. It was really hard work. A boat went out and dropped the net into deep, and people on the beach had to pull it in. The life of a Marinero!

After a few days lingering on the beach, I decided to try the money exchange thing one more time. I got an idea, why not got to the airport and see if I can buy Mexican Pesos from tourists leaving Mexico. I took a bus to the airport and went over into the gate area. There were no exchange houses there, and I had no problems buying Mexican Pesos from the departing tourists. I had a big wad of Dollars in my hands and was buying lots of money at a good exchange rate. Shit, all of a sudden a few policemen came to me. They grabbed my money from me and dragged me to a room.

They kept screaming at me, and saying where did I get the money and why am I at the airport. All together I had a few thousand dollars on me. I told them that I needed Mexican money and was buying it from the leaving tourists. I said, I did not know that I could not do it. Right away I requested to call my Israeli Embassy. They would not let me make a phone call but kept intimidating me. They said I must go with them to a central police station. They put me in the car and drove around the airport a few times. Then they stopped and said get out. I cried, “Give me my money or let me call my embassy!” After a few minutes of negotiation they gave me back my money. They asked me for a few dollars for cerveza – beer. I said no and left the car.

Hustling in Acapulco was adventures and fun. I put my ass on the line and got away with a lot of shit. Looking back at it, my nerves begin to shake. It was dangerous and dumb!

Emerald Lakes San Cristobal

When we were in our twenties, my wife and I went traveling to San Cristobal de las Casas in Mexico. We went trekking in the Jungle around Lagos Esmeraldas, not far from San Cristobal de las Casas. I being hot headed and adventures decided to fling it with a tent and a small bag of provisions of fruit, cheese, rice, and bread. I figured there would be some small villages there where we could easily buy some food. Was I wrong!

We got on the local bus and took it out of town, got off in the middle of nowhere, and crossed into the field. The field was a vast expense of grass, which slowly turned into a hill. We climbed up the hill, sweating profusely, panting like wounded animals.The sun was right above us, and it was very hot. It was about 2 pm in the afternoon. About 5 pm we got down the hill. We arrived at a side of a small lake.

We set up our tent and lied down on the ground to relax. All of a sudden I noticed a small boat approach us. There was a boy about 16 years old in the boat. I said hello to him and found out that he was fishing around the lake. Being that we did not have much food, I asked him if he had some fish to sell us. He gladly pulled out a few trout, for which I gave him a few dollars. We light a fire and barbequed the trout on skewered sticks. They were delicious. We ate and went to sleep.

The next morning we got up to some noise outside. I looked out of the tent and saw a bunch of guys sitting in their boats. They were waiting to talk with us. I asked what is up. They replied, asking us if we saw a young boy fishing on the lake last night. I told them, we bought some fish from the boy and then he left. Not really satisfied with the answer, they slowly maneuvered out of the shallow area looking between the reads.

We wanted to leave, but I knew something was wrong, so it was better to stick around for a while. They came back in the afternoon and told me the boy had drowned. They found his body in the mud. At first the local Indians were suspicious, thinking that we murdered the boy. But I explained we only bought fish from him. Finally they put their minds to rest and believed me that I only bought fish from the boy. The boy must have continued fishing after he sold us the fish and his boat capsized in the dark. I felt really bad, I felt we were to blame for the accident, because we bought fish from the boy.

We slowly packed our stuff and said goodbye to bereaving people. We climbed up a hill and kept walking away from the accident. We were really scared that the Indians might kill us. As I was climbing up the hill, my heart was pumping really hard. My wife asked me to slowdown, but I said to her, “Kayo we must move!” Frantically moving up the hill via a small footpath, after a few hours, we felt that everything was okay.

We got to the top of the hill, and the footpath became flat. There was some open dirt road, but it was getting dark. We walked for a while on a flat road, and within 30 minutes or so, we came upon a small aluminum shack. I asked the owner to sell me some food and if I can sleep on his grounds. He gave us some beef jerky and told us to sleep inside because it was really cold and windy at night. I gave him a few dollars for his hospitality. There was some hay in the corner that we lied down on. They gave us some horse blankets to cover ourselves.

In the morning we got up fresh and rested. I asked which way is it to Lagos Esmeraldas. They told me that I would need to go down the Mayan trail to Tiera Blanka village. We thanked our hosts and said goodbyes. We walked a bit down the dirt road and the road turned into a path trail that passed through the woods. I found a huge white mushroom and some berries. We saw some local girls picking the barriers, so I figured they were safe to eat. The mushroom I held onto, but the berries we ate while walking down the trail. We came down the hill into a small village.

In the village we came to a small house. I asked the lady if she could sell us some food. She said she has pork and she can fry it for us. I asked her to fry my mushroom also. Pork and sliced mushroom were delicious. After eating our lunch we were back on a small path trail. The dirt path trail turned to cobblestone trail. It was like a ravine filled with huge slabs of stones for the floor. The sides of the ravine had moss, fungus, and other green growing on it. It was very misty, but pleasant to walk. This trail must have been a thousand years old.

After walking the Mayan Trail for about four hours we made it out into the open. We saw little girls walking out from the fields. They were smiling and laughing at us. It was all very innocent. I do not think they have seen westerners before. We walked into the village and were greeted by a few men. They showed us an area to sit down. There was a huge wooden organ with steal pipes protruding out of it. A young boy was playing the organ. We set down and relaxed.

We said we were hungry and wanted to buy some food. They said that we must wait till the evening and that we can join them for dinner. It was around four o’clock. We set down on the wooden chairs and relaxed. The boy was playing the organ, and the music was soothing. It turned dark and they started bringing out the food. They came to ask for money. I was ready to pay for the food, but they said just pay for soda drinks. There was not much food, but it was enough. There were corn tortillas, corn on the cob, and fried chicken. The native Indians put on some sort of performance. It was a church inspired gospel music and dance. These were Christian Indians, and they shared their hospitality with us.

We slept in our tent that we set up in their straw shack. The next morning we were back on the Mayan trail. The trail turned into a path. At one point we had to cross a shallow river. Just before we came to the river I saw a huge python snake. It was about 3 meters long and as fat as my bicep, maybe 15 centimeters in diameter. The snake just quietly weaved across the dirt road. The python was light green, with beige and brown spots. It was scary and beautiful at the same time. The snake crossed the road and went into the river. After the snake crossed, we waded into the river and slowly crossed while keeping an eye on the snake. Our hearts were thumbing from fear.

After crossing the small river, we walked for a couple of hours down the jungle path. The air was warm and moldy. We finally arrived at the first lake of Lagos Esmeraldas. The lake was beautiful. It was not really big but the color of the water was emerald green. I came over to swim in it, but there was no beach, just all of the sudden the water got deep. I could not see the bottom of the lake. I took off my clothes and jumped into the lake. It was freezing cold. After a few minutes in the water I climbed out back on shore. My wife decided not to swim. She was scared that she could not reach the bottom.

After the swim, I was really hungry. We had nothing left to eat except a bag of rice that needed to be cooked. We also brought a pot with us, but we forgot the lid. My wife put the rice inside the pot and I light a fire. I tried to make a lid for the pot out of aluminum foil, but it did not work. The rice was so bad, that we could not eat it. For some reason we were very horny, and we just made passionate love to each other. After making love and smoking a cigarette, I said to my wife, “Kayo, lets go back home. I am hungry!” She agreed.

We walked for about 30 minutes on a dirt road, and we were on paved road. After one hour walking the paved road we hitched a ride off some Mexicans who came to see the lakes and were going back to town. We took the jungle trek to get to the lakes, but there was a convenient way to come in by taxi.

Come and enjoy the mystery of Xi’an. Walk aloft of Terracotta army and imagine yourself as a warrior or even an emperor, preparing for afterlife. Wonder through the old Muslim quarter, tasting almost forgotten local delicacies. Or just wonder around the modern part of Xi’an. What is it about Xi’an that is on every traveler’s itinerary, when they come to visit China?

Terracotta Army

Xi’an Muslim Quarter

Xi’an Modern

There are many hot bath Onsens – Hot Springs in Japan, but recently the Japanese people too busy to go to an Onsen by the Ocean or in the mountains. They visit Onsens made right in the middle of a big city.

Japan founded on the land of volcanoes has a lot of hot steaming water under ground.
To make an Onsen in a big city like Osaka they just have to dig deeper to find the natural mineral water. Onsen is great for relaxing and healing your body. The price of going to a public Onsen is about 500 to 899 Yen. It is great to go to an Onsen in a winter because the outside temperature is cold and the hot water is hot, making your body most relaxed. After you go to an Onsen make sure to go to a Yakiniku restaurant and have a nice direr of barbecued beef on a grill.

Here are some pictures of a Hot Bath Onsen in Osaka Japan and a video of me having Yakiniku dinner with my wife.

Japanese Onsen

Yakiniku Dinner

How do we make new friends on Twitter when we do not know who the person is? Sometime reading about them is not enough, so what do you do? Here is a real life situation of awkward engagement between two Twitter followers!

igorthetroll @magitam As a Social Media consultant what advice would give a blogger in getting a peer review? 3:34 PM Dec 15th from web in reply to magitam

When I did not get a response right away, I got angry! These are the Tweets that followed! The next Tweet from me and from @Magitam where sent at the same time! Train Wreck!

igorthetroll @magitam Good bye, you are wasting my time! Learn how to communicate Social Media consultant! 3:50 PM Dec 15th from web in reply to magitam

magitam @igorthetroll depends what you’re aim is - start with the purpose of your blog, what u want to accomplish, and start there.. 3:49 PM Dec 15th from web in reply to igorthetroll

@Magitam istead of getting angry at me and blocking me, he engaged in a dialogue!

magitam @igorthetroll well igor, I apologise if you think twitter gives U a right to an instant response - The point of it is to have conversation.. 3:51 PM Dec 15th from web in reply to igorthetroll

igorthetroll @magitam My apology! We seem to bump heads! Very Sorry! 3:50 PM Dec 15th from web in reply to magitam

I apologized right away, and a conversation ensued!

magitam @igorthetroll u misunderstand igor - ur community will respond in it’s time not urs - remember, that twitter is not the same as skype.. 3:54 PM Dec 15th from web in reply to igorthetroll

magitam @igorthetroll twitter is short message conversation, but with delays between replies.. it’s like chess by mail, but quicker 3:54 PM Dec 15th from web in reply to igorthetroll

magitam @igorthetroll in knowing as many people as I do on twitter - I don’t always have the time to reply instantly to everyone.. 3:55 PM Dec 15th from web in reply to igorthetroll

magitam @igorthetroll think of twitter like a msg board.. u leave a msg 4 some1 - they reply when they can, with a msg 4 u.. 3:57 PM Dec 15th from web in reply to igorthetroll

magitam @igorthetroll I have over 1k followers, and I don’t always get replies 3:59 PM Dec 15th from web in reply to igorthetroll

magitam @igorthetroll the point is to express urself - the replies will come, when the right people happen to see it.. but ur tone doesn’t help.. 3:59 PM Dec 15th from web in reply to igorthetroll

Instead making enemies we became friends!

igorthetroll I think Twitter is incredible communication device, but most people do not know how to use it. Please try to learn how to harness the Power 4:24 PM Dec 15th from web

magitam @igorthetroll sure - blog your thoughts, ideas, questions, suggestions, then send me a tweet, with the url of the blog.. 4:36 PM Dec 15th from web in reply to igorthetroll

Being provocative on Twitter is an excepted practice. Do not always blindly agree with others but question their decisions and statements. You will make friends as well as enemies. You may even get a block from a Egomaniac, but that is part of Twitter life.

The Chinese girl’s Love

Traveling in China on trains is really fun and you get to meet a lot of nice young Chinese girls. The Chinese girls you meet on a train are very friendly and they want to get to know you. Of course you need time to get to know them, because they are shy.

Once I met a really nice girl on a train from Hang Shang China to Nanchang China.. We were both in a second-class hard sleeper car and got to talk for many hours while getting to our destination. She was really sweet and funny. When the train arrived she helped me with my bags and took me to a business hotel. She was a student in a local university and spoke good English. She came up to my room and we spent a couple of hours joking and talking with me. I showed her my blog and told her what I do. She seemed to like me and wanted to be my friend. We met later that evening and were going to go eat pizza at Pizza Hut.

On the way to the restaurant I put my hand around her, but she jumped away. I found it strange, because she let me put my hand around her in my hotel. She said that I couldn’t touch her in public. I was shocked and said goodnight and left. I figured how am I going to get to know this girl if she is ashamed of me holding her in public? I knew I could get to know her slowly if I would live in Nanchang and spend my time getting to know her, but I was just passing through and was not planning to stay there more than a few days.

The next time I met a sexy looking young Chinese girl we were sleeping in bunks next to each other in second class hard sleeper train to Beijing. Before we went to sleep the girl was smiling at me. She did not speak any English so I could not start a conversation. As it was getting late we both climbed into our bunks, which were opposite of each other. The girl kept smiling at me, and I smiled back. The lights went out, but I felt her presence close to me. I stretched my hand and touched her shoulder. She reciprocated by touching my hand. She kept pulling on my hand’s hair and laughing, calling me a monkey. I turned on my small light so we could see each other. She kept touching my hand, and I kept touching her shoulder. We made small talk, because of here limited English.

I leaned over closer so I could kiss her, but she turned around and said goodnight. When we arrived in Beijing we walked off the train together. She said she was going to see here aunt. We walked to a bus station and waited for a bus. I felt she did not want me to go with her. When the bus arrived I said goodbye to her. I realized as much as she was friendly with me on the train, it was only for a moment of convenience.

Here I was again on a train from Luoyang China to Xi’an China. It was a 6 hour train ride so I took a soft seat. Across from me was a nice young Chinese girl sitting. She was smiling at me, so I came over and set next to her. She did not speak any English so I just set next to her smiling. While I was sitting next to my new friend and saying a few things in English, my friend made me a crane and heart Origami. I felt a bit tired and my friend motioned me to put my head on her shoulder. I did, she did not relent. About 30 minutes later Chinese train conductor came over screaming at me to get up. I questioned why, saying the girl is my friend. He slapped me on my shoulder screaming get up. I had no choice but to get up and go back to my seat. He escorted my new friend to another car.

I though to myself, the Chinese girl made a heart Origami for me, but her society will not let her love a foreigner!

While traveling in China I visited the Longman caves in Luoyang. I grabbed a taxi in the city and we went over to the caves, which are located about 40 kilometers away. While in the taxi I felt a bit queasy, but I did not pay it much attention. I attributed it to being tired or motion sickness, although the driver was not swarming all over the place.

When I arrived at the cave complex, all of the sudden, I felt hungry. I ate a few pork buns before I left town, but I guess it was not enough. I went into one of the small restraints and had me some fried noodles. I felt a bit better, but I was still feeling kind of weak.

To avoid walking a lot, I took an electric car from the gate to the caves. The caves are situated on a riverbank, and the air was a bit cool and misty. I arrived at the first cave and started looking at the Buddha statues. I was thinking how similar they are to the Ajunta cave complex in India, which I visited many years back. All of the sudden it hit me!

I was on the second floor of one of the caves. I ran like crazy to the metal railing, and I threw up all my noodles, vomiting like a fire breathing dragon. I must have sprayed many people bellow with my puke. I felt dizzy; I could not walk, and just collapsed on the floor. As I was laying down on the cold floor, the Buddha statue was in front of me. It made me feel comfortable looking at it, but I could not move my limbs. My head was spinning, and the Chinese people passing by were just smirking at me.

I laid down for about ten minutes, then attempted to resume walking through the caves. I walked to the next cave; vomiting a bit on the floor, I ran to the railing and puked my guts out. There was hardly any food left to come out; it was mostly liquid. The Buddha statues were serine and ominous at the same time. I laid down on the floor and attempted to regain my composure. After a short break, I ventured to walk to the next cave enclave, but it was a futile endeavor.

I finally made it to the riverbank – the first floor of the caves, and I felt my internals ready to explode. My stomach felt like there was a knife cutting it. I saw a bathroom and ran into it. There was no western toilet but a squatting toilet. As soon as I opened my pants I squirted diarrhea, and I started throwing up again. I was puking green and shitting brown liquid at the same time. I thought I was going to die, as my whole body was on fire convoluting and shaking.

I had a serious case of food poisoning, which I probably picked up in Beijing a few days earlier. I drank some Chinese Baidju whiskey, which made me feel like I had a hole in my stomach. I guess, whatever food I ate afterwards did not digest properly. I must have spent 20 minutes in the bathroom dripping excrement and throwing up violently at the same time.

I finally stabilized myself, but the bathroom was a mess; a tornado of shit and puke hit it at the same time! I walked out to the riverbank and laid down on the cold asphalt by the river railing. As I laid on the ground, Chinese tourist walking by smirked and laughed at me. I became oblivious of them and stretched my palms outward to the sky. It was a sort of meditation that I was doing. All of the sudden, my body shivered and I felt a strange soothing sensation permeate through me, as if the Buddha spirit came down from the mountain and entered my body. It was a nirvana! I was cured! The dizziness and the nausea stopped, and I felt relaxed lying there at peace.

Did I die and The Great Buddha came down from the heavens to collect my soul? I laid down there with my new found tranquility for about 30 minutes. Finally, I slowly gut up and walked towards the exit of the complex. As I was approaching the exit gate, authorities stopped me. They wanted to detain me, fearing that I was infected with a contagious virus.

I was expecting a biohazard hazmat suit dudes to descend from helicopters and to quarantine the area. Luckily for me, there were some American exchange students. I explained to them that I just had bad food for lunch. They told the Chinese that I am ok. I was allowed to leave.

The Chinese, with their convoluted logic, let me spend 4 hours on my back vomiting all other the place; once I was leaving, they decided there was a problem. There were guards all other the place, and not once during my ordeal did one of them come to my help,

I think enlightenment is always found in hardship, or in my case in Shit!

Longman Buddha Caves

I am sure you heard of Chinese people in China eating strange food like cats, dog, tiger and donkey penis, monkey brains and other strange stuff. Pretty much Chinese will eat anything that flies except helicopters and planes, and everything that walks except cars and bicycles. The Chinese do not discriminate when it comes to food. I think that up to 500 years ago, they use to eat each other as a victory prize; when one warlord conquered another, the winer would eat the looser for lunch! Makes sense, ergonomics, eliminate your enemy and do not let anything go to waste!

I am not Chinese, but like the saying goes, “When in Rome do as the Romans do!” I have experimented a little with strange Chinese delicacies. This last trip, in Beijing I ate fried scorpions. A trip before this one, not quite China but Laos I had dog meat, unknowingly. Dog meat suppose to be an aphrodisiac.

Here are a few interesting pictures i took of strange food in China: Scorpions, a Starfish, and a Goat Head. I wanted to get a picture of a dog gutted and cut in half that a fellow traveler had, but he guarded it with jealousy! Sounds like I will need to make another trip to China to get that coveted skinned dog meat picture. I heard the place to go is in Guilin, Guangxi Zhuang Autonomous Region.

Fried Starfish

Fried Scorpions

Fried Large Scorpion

Goat Head

While in Beijing, China I visited the old and almost forgotten streets and alleys of Beijing. These places are called Hutongs and they are beaming with nostalgia and aesthetics. Wondering some of the Hutongs you will come across almost forgotten out of the way Chinese restaurants with perfect ambiance, serving authentic Chinese foods. Visit some antique shops selling Chinese memorabilia and traditional pieces of art. Watch the kids play oblivious to the surroundings. Explore and marvel at traditional Chinese architecture and the clay eves on roofs. Or just wonder through the street and alleys of Hutongs escaping industrialized modern Beijing.

The Chinese government is in a hurry to bulldoze these authentic house to build skyscrapers. They say it is for the best of Beijing inhabitants because it promotes economic growth I say China is destroying its wonderful past all in the name of progress!

Beijing Hutongs

Divine Sign from God

I just surprised myself! I lite a cigarette, and as I am inhaling it I heard a whistling sound! I thought a mouse in the house!

Then I realized, the noise was coming from the cigarette’s filter. I rolled the filter squeezing on it and puffed the cigarette again! The noise was gone! Have this ever happened to you? For me it is my first! I was kind of scared that there was an intruder in the house, or a ghost!

Maybe it was some divine sign and I should stop smoking?

Are we as people so superstitious.? When something unexplainable happens we are awed with fear and reverence?

Friday The 13th, do not cross the path of the Black Cat, do not walk under a ladder! Pray to many Gods and worship many idles, because one of them must be the right one!