not thinking

ok, i am back in bangkok staying at the same hostel as two weeks ago, just flew in from luang prabang, laos. laos is really nice, bucolic, chill, mellow. did many things with adam. got caught in a freak monsoon while tubing down the mekong river. lots of lighting, thought death might be near, adrenaline pumping, adam shouting, we luckily got a boat ride back in the storm and shook the driver's hand at the end then drank some crap whisky and shivered for a while.

it's that time of year in asia when everyone throws water on each other for 4 days. yesterday got soaked in the back of a tuk tuk countless times. feels good mostly. celebrating the thai new year or something. tried to read a bernard malamud book but really hated it. thought a lot about blogging but apparently can only find the motivation when traveling alone. motivation is fading as my 8-months in asia comes to a close.

not sure how life back in the states will be, but i am looking forward to it. looking forward to heat under 90. don't know what else to say right now. flew in a propellor plane for the first time in ages, have vague memory of vomiting as a child after exiting a propellor plane, and then getting the chicken pox. not sure if those were related incidents. sold my backpack to a guy on the street for 7 dollars after refusing to sell it to the street vendor for half that. the guy told me his wife was from india and then the next minute he told someone else she was from nepal. he also made us "do the deal" in an alley as if anyone would care. i hated that bag. i used to for 3 weeks and it broke 3 times...wow that guy i just mentioned just found me in this internet cafe and gave me a key to a lock that i accidentially left in the bag. and i was just about to accuse him of being a doped-up ex-hippee loser. but now i think he's cool.

life is still strange, but less so since leaving india. god am i glad to be out of that house.