good fun things

Sixteen days of no journal writing, no recording. Instead, busy living and experiencing.
Northern Thailand. The best hotels and cottages I've stayed in during this trip, days spent roaring on a motorcycle, smoking shishas in a Bob Dylan bar, orange juice and vodka, making sweet love until morning, enjoying cheese and salmon, smoking crap weed, laughing, talking. Food poisoning. Kissing in public, buying souvenirs from longneck and big ear hilltribe villagers(their names, not mine), belting out "Oh Canada" while cruising on the bike, shopping for hippie clothing, watching Annie Hall. Falling off the bike on a slippery mud track in the middle of rice fields. Learning how to bargain, feeding fish in a cave, a special diving mask, front bus seats, buying cds and dvds in Myanmar, and watching many many episodes of The Office, Sex and the City, Curb Your Enthusiasm, and Monty Python's Flying Circus. Going to the zoo, the metaphor game, easing thirst by pretending to shop, "Red Rubber Ball", thinking of adjectives beginning with M to describe the Mekong river, an elephant-bird shirt, trying to write a movie script, a twisty, turny ride in the back of a pick-up, and reading Kafka. Good fun things. If only life was always this full.