Kuala Lampur, July 30 -- "This is how I die."

That was my thought as the bus I was in made a sharp turn as I was standing.

A young man laughed at me when I held on for dear life, my sandals refusing to do more than slide across the floor of the bus.

It would have been easy to yell at his lack of concern but I just thought to myself, well, sooner or later his knees will come for him too.

Because I'd been going a little stir-crazy from not leaving the house in so long, I thought I'd drop in on a games-related event.

Apparently event organisers seem to think we all have working knees and can go on without sitting down for hours.

A pox on their joints.

I needed a few days to recover from that little jaunt.

Still I did have one good ex...