i went to scotland with my mom and we were traveling to inverness. i stopped off at the visitor center, and everyone was doing a production of an old traditional ceremony.
somehow through some timing mishap, i entered the staging area at a weird time and was crowned the king of scotland.
then during the procession, I could see the wires and lights, and I knew it was a production, but everyone was being so nice, I didn’t say anything.
a little boy hid in the front of my hoodie and we watched the log games. he told me about what was happening.
lots of kilted men filled in and had these long cabers with beer an whiskey, tossed them head over tails and then drank from them. it was physical.
the little boy slipped out and was in the bathroom. when I knocked and asked if he was okay, he said yeah, but that I had a challenge coming up.
all the villagers gathered and threw a long caber into the waters of the cold ocean, and then told me i’d have to surf a wave 50-60ft. high if i was to remain king. the wave looked peet brown an ominous.
as i entered the water, the waves took me high and away and i thought I was going to drown clutching to this caber. a woman in a slip appeared between the waves and grabbed onto my floating body. she steered me back to shore and then swam away.
back on land, everyone was waiting in the hall of the visitor center and dressed in casual clothing. when i entered, my friend becca was dancing with the boy and smiling.
she turned to see me and was very surprised, exclaiming “what are you doing here? this is so crazy!” i agreed. her and my mom sat down, and i gave a speech thanking the people for letting me be their king, even if it was for part of the day.
everyone laughed and we all went outside. i took a polaroid, and people congratulated me. I was going to miss them.