Well continuing the trend of writing backwards, blog my to welcome. Not funny, I know. But I think it was almost two months ago that I did a whirlwind tour of Thailand, or more specifically Railay Beach, just off the coast of Krabi. Amazingly enough it was a ten minute walk from the beach that I visited two years ago on a University trip. You'd think I could plan better. It's also a short terror-filled boat ride away from the actual beach of that cinematic masterpiece known only as The Beach. There I met my partner Zach, fresh off his own travels to Italy, Amsterdam, India and other such places. Zach had already been at the resort for awhile, just chilling out in a bungalow, smoking opium, bootlegging dvd's, and beating away ladyboys and manwhores with a stick-- so he was well adjusted. I, however got burnt considerably by man's ancient enemy, the sun, and was also eaten by nature's cruel step-daughter, the mosquito, or skeeter. We dodged some monsoons, threw around the frisbee, caught up on old times and did some light rock-scrambling in some crazy caves that smelled like pee. In the mornings Zach cleared his head the Indian way, while I quieted my hangovers by crocheting a new shawl for myself. I'll let you decide which one of those statements is true....all in all a good trip, and not a SAR in sight, though plenty of precautions were taken (those photos at the top of the site were taken in the Bangkok airport). This month, possibly Fukuoka will be visited, and I'm taking a hydrofoil to get there. So if any of you will be in the area, let me know. I plan to sleep in a cylinder, buy panties in a vending machine, wear a paper suit, buy some outrageously-priced fruit, smack a few memoires out of a geisha, and in general delight in Japan's expensive cultural splendor. I'm stoked.