One of the best experiences in my life is the privilege to cross the equator, that imaginary line which divides the world horizontally into the northern and southern hemispheres. We were on an ocean liner on our way to Indonesia, and the ship captain announced that in a few minutes, we would be making the crossing.
Many of the passengers ran to the deck as the captain made the countdown over the loudspeakers. "Ten... nine... eight... seven..." and right after "one" was heard, the ship bell rang and we entered the lower half of the globe. We clapped, congratulated and shook each other's hands, but I noticed that some other spectators were still starring at the ocean with puzzled looks.
I approached one lady. "Hi," I said, "we just crossed the equator."
"Where is it?" she looked at me with a bewildered smile.
"Oh, didn't you hear the ship bell ring?"
"Yes, but I didn't see any line."