A new chapter, and feeling good about it
The flight was smooth, the dogs were adorable, and the sunset looked triumphant. I met the new guy, to whom I am the New Guy, and ate tacos. Eight hours of sleep on… Continue reading
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Care for a cup of snake-infested tea?
I have a cold. I am not a fan. Congestion in my lungs, congestion in my head. I should not be asked to do anything today, nor tomorrow nor the next day. Okay,… Continue reading
5 minute walk to reach Bangkok
The minds behind The Hangover II were clever. I don’t necessarily mean that in terms of content, since one could debate whether unknowing/drunken sex with a transgender* prostitute is a manifestation of the… Continue reading
My favorite menu
What the hell is a slider? Not in baseball, I know that answer, but in food. I thought it was a sandwich. According to my search on the interweb just now, it sometimes… Continue reading
A Symphony of Corny in Hong Kong
I finally got to see a big dumb Hollywood movie the other day, and once I realized that the awfulness of Pacific Rim was exactly why it was AWESOME, then I enjoyed the… Continue reading
(If) another candidate, (then) more pics…
Well shucks. What to say about Hong Kong? I tried to explain a bit and it went on for a few thousand too many words. Suffice to say, I was impressed. Still not… Continue reading
Pics of my newest candidate for Favorite City: Kuala Lumpur
I stayed on Ko Phi Phi for two full days, three nights…and that island was dreadful. Well, it would have been great when I was 18-23, then I would have fit in… Continue reading
Is that a good start or a bad one? Jungle Birthday Part 2.
I’ll just come out and say it: I was wearing flip flops. Old ones. This may surprise you, given that I was hiking six hours each way to spend the night in the… Continue reading
Just your average jungle birthday
I’m not sure when midnight snuck by in the near-perfect darkness to officially begin my birthday, but I’m guessing it had already started when I got up, back sore from the bare wood… Continue reading
The sort of thing you tell everyone
As soon as the pale child approaching on the jungle path saw me he wanted to know “parlez vous francais?” As I have since my mother taught me the phrase when I was… Continue reading
