You know what i dont understand? i dont understand the people who take their very young children backpacking across asia with them. ok news flash people, if you have 3 kids under the age of 5 you should not be backpacking in the first place. you should be at home, trying to save money for their college fund and keeping their annoying yelping away from me. i swear to god, if i ride one more 12 bus with some little family who's principle contribution to the world is a concauphony (sp!) of noise then im going to shoot someone. i am not ranting against the locals who pack their little brats onto a bus for a cross country trip, i mean hell its their country and they have to get over to grandpa's somehow but these pain in the ass europeans who think its a great idea to try and pass their kid over onto a ferry while still strapped in its stroller are just complete morons.
next rant.....u know before i started travelling i really had no feelings towards canadians. they were our little brothers to the north who make good maple syrup and provide us with the occasional hockey player but the second most annoying sight out here on the back packer trail (a close second to little timmy crying for 10 hours) is every god damn canadian sewing a maple leaf flag to their backpack or hat or tshirt so people dont think they are americans
. news flash.....canadians are pretty much americans without the military and global cultural reach. you are american lite and are not all that different from the u.s. To think that you are somehow superior to us because of your lack of any substantial accomplishments on the world stage is a joke. the last meaningful contribution you have made was the beaver fur hat and maple syrup. if one more canadian talks about the glorious sport of curling im going to buy a gun and shoot them. yes you are canadian congratulations, now take that god damn flag off of every piece of clothing that you own and join the rest of the world before i tear it off your back pack and wipe my ass with it. fucking canucks.
do you know how many bar girls ive sat and talked to who say they have boyfriends in england. ok #1 if you have a boyfriend you should no longer be offering your body for sale. if this is the case, he is not a boyfriend, he is a long absent biological atm maching. #2 if you are english and reading this, you need to check on your girl because i think i got with her last night and man is she going to be unsatisfied when she sees YOU again. LOL.
my last mini rant is this.....i believe that there should some sort of special boot campesque school where you are sent if you are japanese and want to go scuba diving
. at this school you will be taught such useful things such as "dont touch the fucking corals, dont walk on the corals, dont try and catch octopus with reef hooks and just dont touch a god damn thing while you are underwater!!!!" at this academy for the inbred, these basic diving laws will be beaten into the students until either they learn how to act correctly underwater or they just agree to never strap on a bcd and go back on their merry way. i suppose this all sounds racist but if you mention the words diving and japanese in the same sentence around just about any divemaster or instuctor, you will get a sad shake of the head and then an outburst of profanity that is both frightening and yet almost poetic in nature....think of it as a foul mouthed haikuu. there is some sort of basic lack of respect for nature that is part of the japanese way of life. they have very good education and yet they just dont give a rats ass about their affects on nature as they traipse about on their package tours.
ok so there is a nice little blog post from neal. i hope you guys are doing well and everyone is happy. all is well here and im getting ready for bali. a little adventure will do me good
so i had an interesting week last week. i had been in communique with ninny for a few weeks and she wanted to come out to khao lak and check it out. me being the idiot that i am said ok and one day after my diving trip there she was in all her crazy thai glory. things went pretty decent for the first 3-4 days but at the 4 day mark i was sending her on her way with a few kind words and my size 12 sandal planted firmly in her ass. i think of relationships like a bonfire. there are the blazing roaring fires of those in love and there is the smoldering embers of a love that has died down but is not dead. there is the wood with faint heat coming off of it which is just awaiting the next spark to bring the fire roaring back to life and then there are the logs that everyone stands around and pisses on at the end of the night to make sure the fire is truly dead. my love for ninny is a pile of logs water logged with urine. god damn i feel poetic today!