Anti-Climax!

The man in the yellow and blue striped shirt was sharing with us his tsunami story, and was at the point of tears many times.

The seabreeze was strong, and blew my cup of ice-cold milo onto me, and on the ground. Glass shattered. A lady came to wipe up the mess, and Sri, our translator in the pink shirt, leant back and waited for the commotion to pass.

Seconds later, we were back at listening.