That last night in BKK was an absurd party I’m not going into right now. On three hours of sleep in morning train station ran into Spaniards Arturo and Mariana, rode with them to Ayutthya. 1.2 hour ride for 65 cents. Just stayed up anyway and rented bicycles to check the ruins. Got some sleep, did an intervew. ‘Tonys’ is a great guest house but under construction still: morning hammering which did not go well with my evening hammering, planks constantly being ripped up and replaced, at one point the stairs to my room were gone - so I ‘got monkey with it’ already three stories up. If you didn’t know already, American lawyers can go fuck themselves because personal responsibility is the way of the Tao.
But as the Spaniards moved on there was always a fresh crop of good folk, not interviewed so I give’m brief descriptions now- young German Nicole on her first trip abroad; ‘Mr. Cha Cha’ from Holland with the disabled leg; James the Aussie hippy who had a near death experience 26 years ago and now feels ghosts, goes on insane walkabouts, Dirty Three fan! (sadly too rare among Ozzies), is the quietest talker I have ever met, but managed to annoy his female temp-travel companion enough that when he took off she stayed a day to drink with me. Lovely Lothlorien from Lester, England but with royal Rom blood, essentially healthy but willing to climb inside the bottle. Meanwhile the lau cao and Sang Som are running riot releasing djinis within, me always cool with my friends but quick to ‘get spikey’ as Lothlorien put it, first with Brit Gen Y english teacher then a blonde Monanta cunt - also a teacher, each of whom butted in univited on our festivities I might add. Decided it was best I move on.

Lothlorien and I flirted a bit but both knew it wasn’t really in the cards. Said goodbye at the station, bedding down in Khorat which is very much just a Thai city without farang, but a nice place to break up the train ride. Hilarious tuk tuk driver ‘Cookie’ had good english and wanted to take me on a boom boom adventure, but also pay for his ho, as he hadn’t had any in three months. Read my lips Cookie: “I am laughing at your ‘pain’” Ate entire rotissery chicken which was worrisome, but stayed down. Got back into the writing.

Seems my camera has shit the bed, and I seem to remember some moment of whiskey spillage that may relate to this, but perhaps I can extract the SD card to use it in a borrowed one or buy one here in town. Think I’ll rest up a bit and catch up on the writing before ‘the crossing’. Nang Khai isn’t as cheap as I’d like it to be, but comfortable and I’m learning many tricks to keep the budget down.
The guy who built the wacked out Buddha garden on the other side of the river also did one here, but now I have to figure out some way to photograph it, as I’m heading to see it tomorrow. Apparently there is no website to link to….