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(Probably the) Last Post from Thailand

Leaving Thailand the day after tomorrow. Actually, we begin the process of leaving tomorrow. We’re taking the night bus to Bangkok, which should arrive around 6:00 a.m. and then hopping a plane to Hong Kong, then another plane to JFK. Then overnight in NYC and a plane to Boston on Monday. So, tomorrow night will be spent on a bus, and the night after on a plane. Whatever I put on to wear tomorrow will be what I’m wearing for the next 3 days, so I’d better like it! I’m going to enjoy my last night in a bed for a while!

Thailand was pretty awesome. I truly feel like I’m on another planet. I’ve been to Europe, and lots of cities there could be anywhere. Nowhere in Thailand did anything look remotely familiar, which was pretty awesome!

I got a tattoo here– it was how one book of Mikala’s translated BACON– it’s actually just the word for “pork,” which itself is a compound word made from “pig” and “meat” This totally cracks me up! I always joked about getting a Chinese tattoo, but instead of “love” or “peace” or whatever stupid thing people get (or think they are getting), I’d get “toaster” or “spicy hunan beef” or something. However, this would only be funny to me. Now I have an in-joke with myself in Thai, which, unlike Chinese, doesn’t have billions of people in the world who can read and be confused by it!

While I was getting my tattoo, the dude doing it was blasting Rammstein, which was weirdly fitting. It seemed to add to the already weird experience of having a word in a language I can’t read permanently added to my body in a foreign country by a guy who spoke almost no English. Rammstein. Heh.

Today we went around to a bunch of islands on a long-tail boat (I’ll post a picture of what that is later). The islands are ridiculously gorgeous and so postcard-esque I almost thought I was looking at a movie; that they had rolled it all in for tourists. The term “tropical paradise” was made for this place!

I also got to hold a tarsier the other day! TWICE! There are these dudes walking around with tarsiers. Tourists go up to them and go crazy and they they charge 100 Baht (~$3) to take pictures with them. I’ll admit I did pay for pictures once. The second time I just played with the tarsier. OMG THEY ARE SO ADORABLE! They are also one of the most endaangered species on the planet, and it’s probably totally illegal to have them as pets but… uh… I GOT TO HOLD A TARSIER!!! OMG OMG OMG!!! That was the highlight of my trip!

So, bye-bye Thailand. I’ll miss you. I’ve been to Asia now; I have only 3 continents left to visit (South America, Australia, Antarctica). I don’t think I’ll come back to Asia anytime soon, so bye bye Asia!

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March 23, 2012 at 12:28 pm Leave a comment

Greetings from Thailand!

I am going to be banned from every goth club in the universe! I am so sunburned right now I can barely move. Some of the burns are turning into tans. I’m losing my corpselike pallor!

In this process I’ve learned that I’m not much of a beach bum. Some people can lie on beaches for hours and be content to just, well, lie there. I don’t like sun. I particularly dislike sun when it’s coming at you fro 8 degrees above the equator and no amount of sun block or shade or other things that deflects the light in New England do anything for you.

I’m not complaining, I’m having an awesome time here! Yesterday Mikala and I went kayaking on the ocean around these gorgeous limestone cliffs. We went into little caves and found hidden coves with tiny deserted beaches. Fish swarmed around our feet as we swam and cranes swooped overhead. It was unreal it was so beautiful. However, the sun sucks. Being a cranky New Englander, I’m also not used to these temperatures (at night it goes down to a balmy 87 on lucky cool nights)!

Thailand is like a postcard with its emerald green clear ocean and towering jagged cliffs. The people are ridiculously friendly, even to clueless bumbling tourists, and stuff is generally safe. Thailand rules! But OMG the weather. It’s hot. As budget travelers, we’ve only stayed in one place with AC. I think if I had to do it again, I’d be a little less bugety and more into comfort!

March 22, 2012 at 1:08 pm Leave a comment

Extreme Sports = been there, done that.

Here I am in Thailand, so far it’s been awesome! I’m here with my mother and 17-year-old niece Mikala. Moth insisted Mikala and I do something “fun” today without her. I was all about whitewater rafting, but apparently it’s the dry season, so you can’t really do that. So, instead, we decided to go jungle ziplining. I have always liked the idea of doing stuff like bungee jumping and skydiving, so why not? Ziplining is somewhat educational; you get to see the jungle and stuff. Cool, right?

Holy crap.

When I was little, I would always stand at the top of cliffs and buildings and things look over the edge. I liked the sensation of being up high. However, I started getting vertigo in my old age like 7 or 8 years ago. It was weird– I’d stand at the top of the spiral staircase that went to the basement of the Newbury Comics warehouse and my entire body would be dizzy and screaming “YOU’RE ABOUT TO DIE! ABORT MISSION!” while my brain would be intellectually saying “you’re at the top of a staircase. Big deal.” The disconnect between the two things was so weird and such a novel sensation that I used to make excuses to go to the basement all the time just to experience it.

Since then I’ve largely ignored it, so I figured I’d be fine on the ziplining course. For those of you who don’t know what it is, it’s where you go from platform to platform on trees high up by a pully on a harness that rolls on a cable.

Here’s the link to what I did

It was fun, but truthfully, I’m glad I never have to do it again. The thought of bungee jumping makes me want to die right now. Skydiving? ::shudder::

So, my story and I’m sticking to it is that I’ve done extreme sports and now I’m done with that scene.

The actual going from tree platform to tree platform was fun! It was just the attempts to make it more extreme, like shaking the lines, making us go “like superman or superwoman” (usually you go sitting down, and you hang onto the harness, one time they clipped the pulley to your back so you’re going hands free) and the worst– the abeille. I didn’t know what that meant. It listed in the brochure that there were 3 abeilles. Ok. Whatever. Yeah, that’s when you go STRAIGHT DOWN. Seriously. The platform is directly below you and they just drop you down. HO LEE SHIT. Down. The length of a 4-storey building. It was weirdly exhilarating I guess, but really. I could have done without that. It was weird, because I knew it was totally safe. It wasn’t the fear of death or injury; just the vertigo! I screamed like a little bitch; I haven’t screamed like that in years!

So, if you ever want to go bungee jumping, don’t call me, OK?

March 16, 2012 at 11:16 am Leave a comment


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