My name in chinese means er.. butterfly
er..i hope that doesn't mean i'm flighty

post bong. post "ghetto blasters"
remarkably rosy-cheeked
glad i pegged it back from laos in the nick of time

BANGKOK
dragged reluctant tom and up for it welsh wench to the city's swishest bar...
take note: the girls aren't really girls and that isn't really me with er..funny hat thing.
NEW YEAR
quite literally the ocean and i. after losing the key to a hired scooter. i hitched a ride back with some friendly thais at the back of their truck. time 11:35pm. got a spare key. pegged it back. made a mad dash to the beach. got hit by a truck. bounced back. unscathed. made it in the water in the nick of time but without finding my posse. result. NY alone. how very garbo-esque.

TOM
my companion in my misadventures
he hates blogs so he'll never have a chance to berate me that he's on this one
we mutually kicked each other's arses in chess, backdammon and ping pong
he drove at the back of my scooter and funded my opium habit.
love him

LAOS
caves with buddhas and hiddern waterfalls, which i neglected to photograph.
i scampered up and down them bare foot and threw myself wholeheartedly and fully dressed in the several clear water pools.

THE CAPITAL OF LAOS
and my feet getting "aired"

THE JOURNEY TO LAOS -- THE LAND THAT TIME FORGOT
this involved
- 3rd class overnight to the thai-lao border
- a trot and a skip across the friendship bridge
- 100 miles on a speedboat along the mekong
-100 miles of dirt roads on the roof a truck/bus with a squealing pig at my feet
RESULT -- bliss