Apr 26 2008
Out Of Sumatra, Into The Great Laugh Of Mankind, And I Shake The Dirt From My Sandals As I Run
I'm back in Bangkok. God, it feels so good just to write that out.
Admittedly, it's not like I've got all that much to do in the first place, but I've accomplished so much in just the past several days that I just really enjoy being back. I'm in Bangkok … and I'm loving it.
- I've resolved all the online banking and money issues with which I was dealing while surfing in the bowels of Southern Sumatra.
- I've spoken and/or emailed with most everyone I had neglected during the past month (most importantly, the parentals).
- I've FINALLY purchased new clothes needed to replace most of those I originally brought with me from the States that were either lost, destroyed, or no longer fit — I've lost about 10 more pounds since I left, and all of my clothes are about 2,000 sizes too big (my waist size has dropped from 36 to 30 inches).
- I've gorged myself on the seemingly endless supply of great diverse food to be found here in Bangkok — Mexican, American, Italian, Thai — as long as it does NOT include rice in any shape or form (I ate nothing but rice in Indo, and I need a few weeks break).
- I've stocked up with a nice selection of pirated DVD's of all the latest movies (by the way, the new 'Iron Man' movie fucking ROCKS!!)
- And, most importantly, I've been to the local massage parlor (not THAT kind, you freaks) about 200 times during the past week. My muscles are fully recovered from the one month of almost nonstop surfing, and my back has been cracked up more times than Chris Rock in 'New Jack City.'
Now, all I have left to do is get the electricity turned back on in the apartment (the local electric company turns it off only 2-3 days after the bill is overdue). It's been several days now, because I just today (Saturday) figured out how and where to pay the bill, which is written entirely in Thai.
It's a small price to pay, tho. I've got an extra battery for my laptop, and the local coffee shop has free wireless AND air conditioning. Nice.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got an appointment, and the girls at 'Mama Sans' hate to be kept waiting.
* The title of this post, for the unaffiliated (i.e., anyone OTHER than that musical idiot-savant, TK) is taken from a Sufjan Stevens song.
Gosh! I miss BKK!
Just started reading your blog. You are my new hero. Have fun and good luck over there. Wish I were there (instead of being stuck behind this desk!).
That is the best graphic for a business I have ever seen. I want it on a t-shirt. What can ya do for a lil southern girl?
I have loads of moonshine and banjo pickin’ available.
Dee, wish you were here, kid … wish ya’ were here.
Trouble, thanks for the compliment, but if you met me in person I’m guessing you might think differently. Tell ya’ what, I’m gonna go get a massage and reflect on the whole thing, ok?
Boo, I’ll admit, I ‘borrowed’ the graphic from a t-shirt. Here’s the URL: http://www.onenightstandtshirts.com/mojostore.php?_=view&ProductID=437 4
Knock yerself out, babe.