Last day of first leg

Trip Start Apr 02, 2012
Trip End Aug 29, 2012

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Flag of Thailand  , Nakhon Phanom,
Sunday, April 8, 2012

April 8 day 7
Mai still looks beautiful when we wake
up.  We talk about a future trip to
Khorat.  We had waffles and ice cream at the
Moon coffee shop and I observed the flood lines on the wall from the
previous years nasty flooding. This shop was closed for only a month
while it was under water. This coffee shop looks beautiful with all
of their décor and many people come there just for portrait
backgrounds. They even offer an espresso mojito. These are some
random questions and ideas that have formulated in my mind while I
have been traveling include but are not limited to:

Can a man be born with a woman's soul
that feels it is the wrong gender?

In other words, could I be a lesbian
trapped in a man's body?
Could I be an intergalactic tourist and
could this current body I am using during this incarnation be just a
rental unit?
Is the reason for internet and the
immense compiling of information just an archives or memoir that some
race or being wants to keep after we are destroyed as a human race?
Why am I in a hurry because I am always
already there?
As humans, what other sounds are we
capable of making and using as communication?
Why do different races have a difficult
time recognizing each others individuality?
The rooms that I have stayed in so far
were numbered 316, 7 and 212 which = 22 which = 0 (Ask Alister

Mai and I left after the waffle and we
traveled to the bus station by song taeow. I stood on the back
platform to allow all of the other women and children have a seat and
all ten off my toes were able to stand on the truck taxi. Mai waited
for me at the bus station for my ride to Nakae to arrive.  We had a simple goodbye and I ate a valium and a
beer to deal with the bus ride which packed at least 25 extra persons
on the over stuffed bus. I missed Mai already and was again surprised
that I could meet someone who wasn't after me for my money. I think.
An old lady on the bus was spitting luggies and I reflected on the
fact that this leg of my trip began and ended with someone spitting
off a bus.
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