we kinda like it.
dont worry, we haven't forgotten you. and we still love you.
we'll be sure to tell the ninety degree weather you all said hi.
Y rae. racho. d.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
please dont hate me. love you all.
these are the views from the restaurant of our bungalow hostel at eight o'clock this morning.
we kinda like it.
dont worry, we haven't forgotten you. and we still love you.
we'll be sure to tell the ninety degree weather you all said hi.
we kinda like it.
dont worry, we haven't forgotten you. and we still love you.
we'll be sure to tell the ninety degree weather you all said hi.
i'm a united statesian, arrogantly enough.
our journey today began at 5 am. and didn't end until 9 pm. be glad you all are not here, i was in such a bitchy mood.
although the coconut-milk pineapple and shrimp curry pretty much took all of that away.
..
two minutes into thailand, or should i say, one hundred feet into thailand, i noticed a difference. first, not one cat. second, three dogs.
they know what's up here in thailand.
not much longer after that, i spotted three monks in... uniform? their cloths were a bright mustard yellow... yeah, kind of resembling my toga from jenny's party this summer. like, a lot.
i knew i should have brought that freakin sheet.
..
lucky for us, alex and i got the last two seats in a bus full of thais on the way to ko samui. we got off the bus on the way to surat thani at the "lunch" stop. neither of us wanted food yet even though we had yet to eat more than granola that day. We knew we weren't going to eat til late that night, but still, we've officially lost all contact with the english language at this point, and even if we were hungry enough, we have no idea what anything is.
they eat weird stuff here. i'm not trying to buy cuddlefish in a bag at the minimart. there's just something not right about that.
plus, anything that doesn't settle in our stomachs would make for a painful next two hours of popping pills and hoping we don't puke in the car. because lord knows our driver wouldn't understand the words "pull over, i'm gonna vom!" as i somehow doubt that's part of english 101.
and, if it is, odds are pretty good that hes never even taken english 101.
so, instead, we grabbed two drinks-- an orange probably-tropicana for alex and a strawberry fanta for myself. we stond outside of the minimart and found ourselves slowly, gradually moving to face each other, closer and closer. she looks around a bit, as do i, and makes an estranged look.
alex mumbles, "i... feel... um, a little... liiiiiike..."
i finish her sentence for her:
"like you're white? like you're white. i know. i feel white. i feel very freakin white. i feel the burn, i feel their eyes like the sunrays are burning on me, like i'm white. is that what you're trying to say? because they don't know english, you can just say it. they dont know what we're saying. white. white. we're white. white, white, white."
after a second, she looks around again, and in a quiet voice, sings:
"one of these things just doesn't belong here..."
..
you're right alex. now that you mention it, my fanta does taste a little like cough syrup. i enjoyed it at first. that was all i had. now i dont even have that. thank you. thank you very much.
crap.
..
i love the by-now age-old understanding that all americans are arrogant assholes. today, alex and i proved the hollish / french / spanish / argentinians to be much more arrogant than us. on the ferry ride to ko samui, these four nationalities only had english in common. we had the undesirable pleasure of sitting much too close to them to overhear their topics of conversation. it made me appreciate the education i've received over the last 23 years of my life, and made me come to understand the saying that ignorance really must be bliss.
"i dont understand. everyone in the western hemisphere says they are american when you ask them where they are from. it's very typical. but why do americans say they are american? that's such an american thing to do. they should say they are from the united states. if they say they are american, they could be from anywhere in north or south america."
good god.
..
some pictures from the boat today. we didn't arrive on the island until around eight-thirty so it was too dark for pictures. you can be more jealous tomorrow.
views via the ferry.
although the coconut-milk pineapple and shrimp curry pretty much took all of that away.
..
two minutes into thailand, or should i say, one hundred feet into thailand, i noticed a difference. first, not one cat. second, three dogs.
they know what's up here in thailand.
not much longer after that, i spotted three monks in... uniform? their cloths were a bright mustard yellow... yeah, kind of resembling my toga from jenny's party this summer. like, a lot.
i knew i should have brought that freakin sheet.
..
lucky for us, alex and i got the last two seats in a bus full of thais on the way to ko samui. we got off the bus on the way to surat thani at the "lunch" stop. neither of us wanted food yet even though we had yet to eat more than granola that day. We knew we weren't going to eat til late that night, but still, we've officially lost all contact with the english language at this point, and even if we were hungry enough, we have no idea what anything is.
they eat weird stuff here. i'm not trying to buy cuddlefish in a bag at the minimart. there's just something not right about that.
plus, anything that doesn't settle in our stomachs would make for a painful next two hours of popping pills and hoping we don't puke in the car. because lord knows our driver wouldn't understand the words "pull over, i'm gonna vom!" as i somehow doubt that's part of english 101.
and, if it is, odds are pretty good that hes never even taken english 101.
so, instead, we grabbed two drinks-- an orange probably-tropicana for alex and a strawberry fanta for myself. we stond outside of the minimart and found ourselves slowly, gradually moving to face each other, closer and closer. she looks around a bit, as do i, and makes an estranged look.
alex mumbles, "i... feel... um, a little... liiiiiike..."
i finish her sentence for her:
"like you're white? like you're white. i know. i feel white. i feel very freakin white. i feel the burn, i feel their eyes like the sunrays are burning on me, like i'm white. is that what you're trying to say? because they don't know english, you can just say it. they dont know what we're saying. white. white. we're white. white, white, white."
after a second, she looks around again, and in a quiet voice, sings:
"one of these things just doesn't belong here..."
..
you're right alex. now that you mention it, my fanta does taste a little like cough syrup. i enjoyed it at first. that was all i had. now i dont even have that. thank you. thank you very much.
crap.
..
i love the by-now age-old understanding that all americans are arrogant assholes. today, alex and i proved the hollish / french / spanish / argentinians to be much more arrogant than us. on the ferry ride to ko samui, these four nationalities only had english in common. we had the undesirable pleasure of sitting much too close to them to overhear their topics of conversation. it made me appreciate the education i've received over the last 23 years of my life, and made me come to understand the saying that ignorance really must be bliss.
"i dont understand. everyone in the western hemisphere says they are american when you ask them where they are from. it's very typical. but why do americans say they are american? that's such an american thing to do. they should say they are from the united states. if they say they are american, they could be from anywhere in north or south america."
good god.
..
some pictures from the boat today. we didn't arrive on the island until around eight-thirty so it was too dark for pictures. you can be more jealous tomorrow.
views via the ferry.
Y rae. racho. d.
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