Laos is a joke

Yesterday I was riding my sick dirtbike (its a honda XR250 with a baja tank) through the north of Laos. We had gone up to see what the north had to offer, and there wasn't much. The two days previous I had lost my sandals and my wallet, so I was already in a sour mood. Danny and I had stopped for some deliscous noodle soup, which we learned was better with the more random stuff in it (tomato sauce, peppers, sugar, salt, soy sauce, and some fish oil or something...it sounds wierd but it rules) and Brian pressed on. He wanted to get to the next town to pull money out (which according to the teller at the bank is impossible unless you have an account with said bank) because between the three of us we had no more than 4 dollars...which will get you much farther in Laos than in the states but it was getting kind of gnarly. So I had no money, no passport (it was in Brian's pack with my back up credit card and my travelers checks), no wallet (in Phongsali...I left it on a table at a restaraunt) and no clue when we would see Brian again...and my bike starts coughing. It was like I would give it gas to get up a hill and it would slow down, so I downshift, and it slows down more. We limped to Udom Xay, luckily found Brian and moved on to Loung Nam Tha, where (well 20 km before Loung Nam Tha) my bike completely gave a shit. We towed it the rest of the way in the cold night to town found a place to sleep for 7 dollars (all three of us), and crashed.

That was my day yesterday. And it was a good day. Laos is crazy.

Two nights in Bangkok?

So I'm in Bangkok. We took an early flight from Krabi this morning. Tuk-tuks are the coolest.

We crammed all four of us into one of these things and romped around town with Tony. Ha, we got him 10 free litres of gas just by pretending we wanted to buy some suits. It ruled. Kbye.

Thailand?

There is something strangely inspiring about blogging in the jungle, like the world is there for me to have, and I have it, but this screen is my window through which I stay sane. The jungle is crazy, even familiar objects are strange and wild. You find yourself staring at people and trees and rocks because they thrive with such green life. Even the dirt on my feet feels cleansing and pure, it is a strange place, the jungle. I am bitten all over and burnt brown and red. My hands are raw and my clothes dirty, but everything is so simple. Eat, sleep and smile. Everyone should come to Asia, right now.