I found a new use for the tripod...there is no lock on the door from the inside.. You can see my duffle on the floor and it would take three duffles to go from one side of the room to the other... The sink has cold water and that is where you leave the toilet paper since the toilet/shower will make for wet paper. I can hear CDP saying not my kind of trip...but you are in the middle of things...
When I got here tonight, I found a cafe and blogged. Then my way home...I found a street foot massage for 90 bhat for ½ hr. I was surprised they were still at it at 1am... but by t time I was half way..all three women were working on me so they could go home. I then found “my bar” run by Noni who has a makeshift place with a cooler of beer etc. He got me a rodi with bananas and told me to come back. The large Chung was 60..about what is is at the 7/11. The folks that were there were 40 something folks having important conversation something arts...think they were French. so..in one night...internet...beer.....roti...and some soft Regge music...a good beginning.
Now...for those that want to read fun stories...stop here...I am talking to me for the next paragraph
Before I left I had a conversation about the cool scenes in the sex/bar area and then with the turkey farmer on the train...why else would you come around the world if it were not to go to a drunken orgy to celebrate the full moon. It is like a foreign language to me...I am not judging but it not how I will spend my time. I have been trying to figure why I have been so down lately. I know I have some sand in my shoes with an over involved community person who is micromanaging my projects...it makes it hard to walk..and takes energy not to just say...ok you do it. But what has been so draining are those that hang around and offer negative and cynical comments about what I am trying to do. I believe in what can be accomplished with coalitions and groups of people. While my days of sleeping in the park as a 99%er are over I see a window of opportunity to start to take on some projects that can improve our public realm. It will be neighbor to neighbor and not city hall or a few people who believe their own myth that they have been “elected” to lead.... Most of the folks in the trenches don't know you...or don't care to know you....it will be the folks that help people connect. Without connection, there is no pride...without pride...there is no interest in keeping things in order and you give up and get negative because you ight need to justify why you are not helping.
This trip is a focus trip...I will finish my commitment to the first phase of the community project...there will be a plan...then I will see where my focus is ...and it will not be to walk with sand in the shoes....it is time to soar....for I gave at the office. I have learned to smile at those that look at me and my travel and say...it must be nice...I paid..dearly but this is my choice. I like the solo journey.
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