Slow Boat To Luang Prabang

The date is January 31st, and I am in the middle of a two day journey. I am writing to you from a slow boat in Laos, upon which I travel from Pak Beng to Luang Prabang. It is mildly cold this morning, evidenced to any on looker by the droves of tourist-passengers asking to dig their bags up from the floor so they can retrieve their cloaks.  Jo and I are fairly prepared with our coat and sweatshirt, respectively. When I left Chicago on November 29th I was wearing

From The Bakery Window

two sweatshirts. When I arrived in India I gifted one of the Carhartt sweatshirts away (the less worn, yet less sentimental one) to the host of my first Air B&B. He seemed grateful, as he later sent me an email with him wearing the hoodie. In the picture he had the hood up like a real gangsta (r.i.p. Treyvon, who was not a gangster). Anyway, take note, if you are taking the Slow Boat in Laos (it’s a tourist attraction nowadays), don’t go without dressing warm on day number two.

I have Kanye West in my ears, and as I have stated before I don’t usually write while listening to music, but I guess that is a changing thing. It’s on shuffle, so let’s see what comes next. It was Schoolboy Q, then SHXDE, then Soulja Boy…I settled on Kiss Me Thru The Phone, lol. It’s early, but still a practical piece of music to bump on a relaxing riverboat through the center of Laos, right? Sorry Josh, I didn’t mean to skip you in favor of some shit tunes this time, but I do have you on my playlist bro, and I try to spread the word.

We left our accommodation this morning, which is named Donevilasuk Guest House, and went to get breakfast at

The Dock

the only place in town that has an espresso machine (I read that piece of information online at Travelfish.org, which has provided me an abundance of information to get around Laos with confidence). The place with the espresso machine is called Monesavan Bakery. Jo and I both ordered the same thing, an egg and cheese bagel with some coffee. Jo got Lao coffee, and I got Cappuccino. Breakfast was very good, and the price wasn’t bad either. In addition to

Look! Fog!

breakfast, we ordered five sandwiches from the same bakery so we could eat on the boat.  Pleased with the bakery’s service and quality, we proceeded to the dock to claim our seats for the remainder of the slow boat trip.

Two Boats! Woo! We had read online that, in the past, they had crammed all the tourists onto a single boat the second day. I was very glad to find we would not be in that same predicament, especially since we fill both boats with ease, all 180 of us passengers. Jo and I got on to the boat with less chairs and settled ourselves into a front row seat. I then left to gather snacks from the village while Jo stayed behind to watch the stuff (we did it the other way around yesterday). I spent 62,000 Kip buying snacks, and 85,000 Kip is $10, so I spent less than $10. When I returned to the boat I found Jo to be seated among the locals, as they took the front seats, and all the tourists sat near the back. Cool! I am happy. The tourists forever invite me to share a beer, but as we know, I don’t drink. I used to drink. Now I only smoke. Anyway. So now we are on the boat, and about 40 minutes into our journey while I have Big L and Jay Z with their seven minute freestyle bumping in my ears, and I am going to leave it here and continue to enjoy the musica and the vistas. Peace! Until later.

Chris

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White Temple; PART ONE!

Yesterday I visited The White Temple in Chiang Rai, Thailand. Let me tell you about the most mystifying temple I have been to, and more than likely the most interesting temple in Thailand. In the late 20th century The White Temple was known as Wat Rong Khun, and it was decaying. A man named Chalermchai Kositpipat bought the property; an artist. A magnificent artist bought the property and has been using his own money to fund a renovation and expansion to the Wat. You can read the Wikipedia page here.

Jo and I arrived at the bus five minutes before it was supposed to leave, only to find out that there was no planed departure for 35 minutes. Okay, so we missed the bus. This did provide a great opportunity for me to buy sunglasses however. I have been putting off the purchasing of sunglasses for almost two whole months, but yesterday (1/28/19) I finally got the task done! I bought grey shades from a place called MINISO. I had visited the store with Jo the day previous, where I took a couple selfies with the Pink Panther (officially licensed) goods, played with the amazing

Wat Rong Khun

plush toys, and gawked at the price of silverware. When I mentioned to Jo that I wanted to look at sunglasses at the store, I was practically kidding; I thought prices would be through the roof! I was wrong. For only 200 Baht ($6.34) I am now sporting a pair of polarized beauties!

Sunglasses perched upon my bridge, we took back to the bus. This time the bus is full, and we are lucky to get the last two seats still available next to each other. In time, several more people would enter the bus, and I would give two different seats away, two different times. When the bus finally departed I settled onto a fold down seat next to the open door, also located close to Jo and this nice French lady we met. It was strange actually, because we had met this lady already on the van ride from Chiang Mai to Chiang Rai, but we didn’t much talk to her. This time we chatted with her a bit. She’s from Paris, and mostly speaks French. This is okay, because Jo can also speak a little bit of French. After speaking with the lady for the length of the bus ride, we had a new friend! Perhaps we will see her one day in the great city of Paris.

Hands Up For ART!

Wow, I am barely into the story here! Okay, so we arrive at the temple. It’s bright af. Like, seriously. Most of the temple has these tiny mirrors on it, and the thing is all white. This building is super bright. We buy our tickets for 50 baht each, and we enter. From a distance the temple looks ornate and beautiful. I took some obligatory photographs which turned out quite well. Then we headed for the bridge which leads to the main building. The temple is still being built and isn’t scheduled to be finished until 2070. Eventually there will be nine buildings. Holy shit you guys, I did NOT expect what I found. Underneath the bridge leading to the main attraction there are hundreds of hands reaching up from an unknown abyss. Fire, perhaps? The sight was grueling, and of course I immediately knew I was getting into a memorable adventure.

Part One: FIN!

Chris

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Sook Jai Guesthouse in Chiang Rai

I am writing to you from Sook Jai hostel in Chiang Rai. There are mosquitoes about, I see them in my presence. To my one o’clock there is a group of individuals gathered around a dying fire, chatting about the types of things individuals chat about while they are touring the world. Somewhere around here is a cat, I am sure of it. In fact, I am sure there is more than one cat about, I ran into the black one this morning, and there are two tabby kittens also. Jo and I saw on our first day here. So anyway, while the traversing travelers sit and cite their certifications around the embers, I sit alone at a picnic table with opera in my ears typing these words to you. How are you doing on this fine day, the 28th or January, at 21:30? I hope you are very, very well.

Today was a good day! It started as I led us to a street full of restaurants that we later found out aren’t even the lit places to have breakfast. We walked past several establishments later on in the morning and decided they would be the better places to eat, and so that’s what we will do upon the upcoming morning. Our plan is to wake up at 7:00, and hit the road by 7:30. The private rooms are full tomorrow, and we are planning to switch into the dorms. So we wake at 7, leave at 7:30, eat breakfast, and by 8:10 we will be at Spinomad to do our laundry. That’s a laundry mat and cafe (and hostel, I think), all rolled in one. Then we will be back by 11:00 to switch rooms, and after that we will probably go to this place called The Black House, which I had heard miscalled The Black Temple at first. Today we talked to these Irish folks on a rickshaw and they described it as ‘strange,’ which is right up my alley. I am excited.

Today we saw The White Temple. Holy shit. It was crazy. In fact it was so crazy, I need to dedicate a whole article to it! and so I am cutting it off here. The bugs are here, and so I don’t want to be. I am going to edit this, post it, and then go back to join Jo in the room and get an early nights rest so we can wake up bright and early and adhere to our plans tomorrow. Perhaps you can expect more as soon as tomorrow? and then the day after tomorrow we will leave for Laos. Good times.

Chris

P.S. Just as I finished editing, the cat brushed my leg, but then when I looked for it I couldn’t find it. Oh well.

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Do You Know The Difference Between Pie, Pi, and Pai?

I write to you from Khaotha Cafe in Pai, Thailand. I have not seen this many people with dreadlocks since I walked through Haight-Ashbury. Our journey from Bangkok to Chaing Mai, and finally Pai, has been an evolution of cultures the likes of which I had never expected. Bangkok was bustling with business and shopping, Tuk Tuk’s and pimps, flashing billboards and half empty shopping malls. Ayutthaya had history, and some decent coffee shops. Then I got to Chiang Mai and I found myself much more at home. The western world has certainly had an impact on the northern portion of Thailand, but if you ask me? That means the business’ are run better, both in regards to the quality of products and the quality of customer service. From Chiang Mai we decided we would go to Pai, and then make our way to Laos. We had been told Pai was a hippie town, but nothing could have prepared me for what I witnessed getting out of that van yesterday (a sea of dreadlocks and handmade jewelry).

To get to Pai from Chiang Mai requires taking a road with 762 turns. It’s famous, look it up. The van ride was terrible, yet tolerable. There is no arguing that the best way to get to Pai would be by motorbike, but if you want to come and don’t have your own transportation, taking a van (during the daytime) is a good option. The driver of our van flew through those 762 turns like a bat out of hell; like he got paid per trip, and not by the hour. We left Chiang Mai fifteen minutes late, and arrived in Pai on time. If you come to Pai by van, I would stay for at least a week to justify the extreme journey. I am just rambling now, probably because I am full of cappuccino.

Jo and I have decided we want to go to France soon, and so we have been writing letters to hostels throughout France attempting to secure accommodation in the form of work-trade. We are coming to realize it’s not going to be as simple as securing work at The Green Tortoise, where literally anyone can show up without identification and work, but we are still hopeful. First we targeted hostels in Paris, and now we are targeting hostels in Bordeaux. I will obviously keep you updated on the situation. At the present, I am thinking it’s time for lunch…or at least some sort of snack. Jo is writing in her journal a rather impressive amount of words…I wish I had the stamina to write that much. My patience is developing though. Remember, I am hoping to write a book, possibly several books someday, so patience is a must. I am getting there. Okay. I have no idea how many articles I have written on my travels that I haven’t posted, so who knows when you will see this, but I will try and get it live on my blog asap. Peace! Until soon. (I edited it right away! Nothing to it!) Post edit: The time is 12:56 and the sun is high in the sky here in Pai. The date is January 22nd. Last night was the full moon. Did you see the eclipse? We weren’t able to see it over here.

Chris

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Tread Softly On Your Dreams

I am writing to you from The Dutch Guest House in Chiang Mai, Thailand. The time is  06:07 on January 17th. Jo and I have decided to post up here for a week, the Dutch Guest House, and so far things are turning out to be quite splendid. The owner is a Dutch gentleman, and his wife is Thai. Together they make a good team that maintains a vigilant front desk. The first hostel we went to in the city, which will forever remain nameless, had a plethora of workers cleaning and probably setting up breakfast, since that hostel has free breakfast. The sad fact remains however, that when we walked in at 07:00, they basically told us to fuck off and that no one would be at the desk until 10:00 (even though the sign said the desk opened at 7:30). Frustrated, we marched onward. It is noteworthy to add that we had a plan, as we had done some research on the 14 hour train ride from Ayutthaya to Chiang Mai. Dutch Guest House was always part of the plan, but we figured if we could cop free breakfast from the aforementioned nameless hostel it would turn out to be the better bet. Sometimes though, you gotta pay for hospitality, and as two hospitables ourselves that is what we have chosen to do.

Finding Myself In Chiang Mai

We arrived to the Dutch Guest House after a short walk. From the train station we took a 50 Baht “taxi,” which was actually an overpriced Tuk-Tuk (which is actually just a fucking rickshaw) into town and laid low at the 24-hour Night Bazaar McDonalds in the city. The rickshaw driver kept asking us what hotel we were going to, and I said “no hotel, 24 hour McDonalds,” however that location repeatedly seemed lost on him and he dropped us off near the hotel of another patron sharing the rickshaw, a young lady who asked us to share the taxi in the first place, citing such a stifling low rate that I immediately became suspicious. When she was quoted the price of 50 baht she thought it could be split among patrons, but of course she was wrong. Thailand is one giant tourist trap forsure. The lady we shared the taxi with was very nice. I forget her name now, which is a shame, it was a very unique name. Jo and I told her to add us on Instagram, and I also gave her my email incase she was more comfortable with that mode of communication. She never hit us up. So anyway, she was from Spain, and she came with us to the 24 hour McDonalds to wait out the morning until she could check into her hostel. Apparently the idea of waiting out the night at a 24 hour establishment isn’t as popular in Europe, and actually, after discussing the topic with Jo, I gave thought that maybe waiting out the night at a 24 hour establishment is simply a Chris thing; an idea that hasn’t made the rounds in many places. Only time will tell. The Spaniard departed before us, but we soon followed suit. I forgot to mention the morning in Chiang Mai came with a welcomed chill, particularly after southern Thailand. I put my sweatpants on whist riding the train for the first time since Kolkata, and the second time wearing them in Thailand would be right now; I wear them as I type. The time is 06:27, and chill is extant. Still welcomed.

The mosquitoes are out, and I am not entirely happy about it. They come out at sunrise, and sunset. Guess what? They love hanging out in front of my computer screen. I have switched positions and am now writing with the computer on my lap. My back hurts often, and this morning it hurts from leaning over the table for the last half-hour. What to do today? What to do! Yesterday I wrote about how there was a change in the winds, and I’ll tell you it was not without merit. Jo has expressed increased interest in starting a YouTube channel, although I think we both don’t quite know where to start. After I wrote the article at Data-T, we returned to the Dutch Guest House for a short rest, which turned into a long rest as I read a chapter in my book Sapiens, and Jo killed time with two games of Tetris. Woe is the sad story of the creator of Tetris, I am sure you know it. Anyway; so we killed that time gaming and reading, and then we did a quick bit of research on where to have lunch. We found a place called Kat’s Cafe that has astounding reviews; 300 reviews maintaining a 4.7 on Google Maps. That’s impressive. So with a loose plan and open minds we took our leave of the Guest House and strolled into town, having a not-so-friendly conversation about the future on the way in. Two friends must pick up their swords now and then, otherwise how does one know their significance are remaining sharp?

We took a different route to the old city than we usually took, walking one street north of our previous choice. Many shops along the way, and many serving western food. We crossed the moat into the old city and found ourselves at Kat’s Cafe almost immediately after crossing. Crowd was there as well as price, so we decided to stay. By the time we left, the crowd had thinned significantly, so it turns out we arrived at the right time. We were seated

Common Sight in Chiang Mai

promptly and given time to view the large menu. Customer service is there as well, which is important to note because I found it few and far between in Bangkok. Slight discussion took place. The usual conversation of askingeach other what we might order, and then we ordered. Jo ordered the Chiang Mai Noodle and a Cantaloupe Smoothie, I ordered some kind of Curry that started with P and had peppers in the picture. We also ordered a Papaya Salad to share. The smoothie arrived first, followed by my dish, followed by the Papaya Salad, followed by Jo’s noodles. We dined, and we ate it all. Lunch of was good. Everything we ordered we were given the option of “spicy or medium,” and we ordered all three foods spicy (we were not given that option with the smoothie). My dish was the most spicy, followed by Jo’s noodles. With the Papaya Salad, I can’t describe that dish as spicy. When our food was finished we took our leave of Kat’s and walked across the street to a bookstore we had noticed while eating. Unknowingly, we walked into The Lost Bookstore. Oh boy.

Now, let it be known that the goods sold at this bookstore are of the kind I would expect to find back in North Beach, where long dead writers haunt the streets. Of course you can find classic novels on the shelves. You can find Kerouac too, and Burroughs. You can find books about drugs. You can go upstairs and find books in French, German, Dutch, and Spanish, or you can stay downstairs and find the small glass case of first editions and look through them, such as I did. You have a lot of options at The Lost Bookstore, and just based on their selection of books I am forced to call it one of the most, if not the most interesting bookstore I have ever stepped foot in. This bookstore I am speaking of is a necessity in this city. I would be unsurprised to speak with the keeper of time and have her tell me that TLBS is responsible for the direction Chiang Mai has developed. After all, the store has stood strong for 26 years. I know there is no such thing as coincidence, and although I am sure Chiang Mai was a cool place 26 years ago, it is most certainly more hip now. Make no mistake, TLBS has helped change the world. I saw it. I felt it. Okay, okay Chris we get it, you see all the cool stuff and we’re missing out by sitting at home! Ahh! but you haven’t even heard what’s best, is that I also meet all the cool people as well!

The gentleman who owns the bookstore struck me immediately with his character. I first asked him if he was the owner, following up with the question of could I film in the store.”As much as one can own anything in life,” he replied to the first question. It took me a second to soak in the statement fully. To the second question he said “no,” and specified his reason with respectable and necessary retort. I did not film, and honestly there is no reason to film. It’s books. Books change things. It’s what I am trying to do, in fact, and so to say I don’t understand the subtleties of a well written bit of text would be wrong. To say I sometimes forget my place, now that would be correct. So I didn’t film, but I did browse. I talked to the owner of the shop only little in the time I was there. He was busy, and it seemed wrong to disturb him. We did exchange a few words, and I was dumbfounded to find myself admitting that everything which left his mouth dripped with wisdom…so much so that in describing it, I am forced to be cliché. Jo and I spent a while in the shop, perusing both floors and eventually Jo decided to purchase one book. We went to the register. She paid. He departed us with a bit more wisdom, the most important piece…and then he gave me a fucking look. He gave me a look out of the corner of his eye the likes of which is burned into my retinas and I will not forget the look, much less the phrase. So after a morning where I had published an article citing my interests in moving onto the next step of things, I was forced to really think about what I am doing. I will leave it at that.

Chris

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It’s Teachers Day, and all you get is this DATA-T article.

There are two types of people in the world. The dead, and the living. Which are you?

I am writing to you from Data T Cafe in Chiang Mai, Thailand. The cappuccino Jo and I split yesterday was splendid, and so we have made our return. This morning we have ordered two steamed rice with fried egg, a side of spicy Chinese pickle, a Cappuccino, and an Americano. Actually make that two Cappuccino and two Americano. We have probably been here over one hour already. We arrived and ordered, and I managed to type the top of this page quickly before initiating a deep conversation with the gentleman who owns the place. I have not determined if he is here with his wife or not, but it is possible. The gentleman is from Taiwan, spent eight years in Atlanta, returned to Taiwan, worked in China to help minimize air pollution, and has now retired to Chiang Mai.

Today is no different than any other day I have spent traveling, except that I am going to make every effort to force a difference today. I have been writing this blog for quite some time now, and have also grown into making YouTube videos. I can’t lie about it, these outlets for my creative passion make me happy. They make me happy with impunity, and when I first started writing I wanted to make money with my talents, but now I am going to make money with my talents. I have long been speaking to Jo about starting a YouTube channel together, perhaps one where we focus on education, or travel; many things to be talked about in this globalizing world we inhabit, and no better time to start than now! I have decided I want to move onto the next step, and by default Jo is coming with me. It’s a must. I long thought that we would come to some sort of glorious conclusion together, where passion would spark a move into profit, but I no longer feel that way. We are going to leap. I am taking my father as well…

As I write this, I can’t actually say I have a plan, but I can say I have focus. I have learned much while operating this blog. I have also become comfortable with “The best camera is the one you already have.” The tools Jo and I have are miniscule in comparison to the tools our parents have given us, and so with practice and hardwork, I sternly believe we will find ourselves living the life of profitable digital nomads. After we put in the initial work of…whatever is about to happen, we will be able to pursue our passions with vigor, unafflicted by the amount of money we have. Money will always effect and come into play. One should not assume that if they do what they love forever they will find success, but it is fair to say that when vigilance is maintained, the former is true. So today is the day! Planning is ahead. Hardwork is ahead. Frustration is ahead. However these tasks will not amount to abyss, they will amount to bountiful harvest. HeartOfZeus is just telling the story of Chris Buckley. I am glad to have to have you here with me. Let’s pray I don’t fuck this up.

Chris

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Grandparents Home Cafe, Ayutthaya

To write, or not to write? That has become the usual question. The time is 17:40 as I write to you from Grandparents Cafe in Phra Nakhon Si Ayutthaya, Thailand. Better known as simply: Ayutthaya. This city was the capitol of Thailand from “1350 until razed by the Burmese in 1767…”-Wikipedia.

I am texting Jo as I sit here, although I came to this cafe alone to maintain more focus on my writing. Sometimes I feel bad for desiring my own space. Not bad necessarily, but I do feel some type of way about it. I only will be spending a little time with Jo before my return to America, so it can seem wasteful to come to a cafe alone. There is a problem with my plans in that I still need to buy a plane ticket. Now I am looking at spending $400 instead of the $322 my ticket would have originally cost, and I would really only be leaving seven days earlier. That probably works out to the same amount of money. Next time I see a plane ticket I know is a low price, I am just going to purchase it.

Sometimes I wrestle with my emotions too long! I know I am over thinking my leaving situation to an extreme amount. To think that I am going to survive on $400 over the next 2 months is…seriously of concern to me. I have been talking so extensively about leaving in March…I just don’t know. Right now I am spending 45 Baht on a cappuccino, and honestly if money was no object I would order a second one. I am wondering what I should do for work when I return to America, more than likely San Francisco. I am highly considering sending an email to Adelaide hostel. I already wrote the email, I really just need to edit, and send it. If I spend $400 on a plane ticket…that is going to leave me with about $400 left to live on over the next 2 months. Will Laos be cheaper than Thailand? I just don’t know. If I were to decide to leave this month, before my visa is up on the 31st…I wonder how Jo would feel about that. It wasn’t my original plan, nor my secondary plan, but it is starting to look like an option. Right now tickets are $669 dollars to get back to SF on Japan Airlines on the 31st. Wow…that is such a huge difference. I bet I could go pretty far with $270 over here. I am definitely learning something about traveling by air, and in the future, I will be booking early!

The fact is that I am not totally broke. I have my stock in BPMX, which isn’t in the black yet, but I have come up from a significant loss of $1500, and not I am only down $1000. I believe if I can wait until march to sell I will be in the black, and I believe if I can wait it out longer that stock could really serve me will. It would be a shame if I sold in March, only to watch the stock rise to $0.50 or more throughout the year. There is also the risk they get booted from the NYSE if the stock doesn’t go up this year, and that seems like serious biz. I don’t want to lose it all. If my stock got booted from the NYSE it would turn into a long term investment realll quick if I decided to wait it out. I will keep reading the news every day. If the stock jumps to $1.00, I will sell without question. If it doesn’t… I am feeling like I might sell in March, and then if things are going well I can buy back during the summer months, or I can just leave the stock alone. The smart money is still in cannabis, but am I the kinna guy that has been busting smart moves?

So if I email the Adelaide and they accept me for employment in March, I would be pulling up to SF with a source of income, and a place to stay. I think I could stay with Casey and have it be chill, however, if I needed to stay at the Adelaide I could do that too. If I remember correctly I would spend a little bit more to stay at the Adelaide…and it might actually be nice to stay with Casey for a bit. I don’t know what his life is like right now, but I know I like chillin with that cat. We could catch up, and then hopefully start making some money together. I’d like if he would invest with me, not only so we could break bread together, but also so we both wouldn’t have access to our money and thus we would avoid doing anything stupid. Like getting high. Or getting drunk. I realized long ago that if I stopped drinking, it doesn’t matter what I do, I will find success. I still believe that to be true, and I believe the same could go for Casey. Beyond that however, it is still not as quick of a road as I want it to be. I am now considering going to Mexico. Maybe Casey would be a good partner to go to Mexico with? I can’t imagine traveling South America and Central America with Casey…might be a bad idea lol. Might be the best thing either of us ever do!

Next time I travel, I am going to buy a round trip ticket. I bet if I worked at the Adelaide I could take a round trip next year. There is also the subject of my father’s kids getting older, and I am wondering what his next move is. My brother turns 18 tomorrow, and I think he is setting himself up for success like no one else in the family has done, by being signed up for the Marines. Four years is going to fly past, and then I am going to be witnessing my brother gaining success in whatever field he enters. I don’t want to grow jealous of the life my siblings lead, and that is just one of many reasons I am making a hefty effort to pick up the pace of my success. I need to be patient. I need to have some consistency. I lived in SF for a whole year, and I really was all over the place. If I just settled into a living situation, I think the good life would make its way to me. First I’m working at the Adelaide…then I find myself a second job…I start investing my money wisely. I need a goal. Think I can make 20k in one year? Better yet, before the end of the year? From March 15th to December 15th, that would mean I need to save over 2k a month. It would be hella tough, but in San Francisco I know it is a doable feat. If Casey could replicate what I do we could have 40k next year. That’s enough money for us to open our own hostel. I am really considering opening my own hostel. I also want to live the creative life. I want to travel the world and continue my writing, even if it’s all just for my own desires. I do however believe strongly that if I could be owning my own hostel by 30, I could be living the good life by 35; spending a portion of the year traveling. I need to bust down the walls of hard work and find the field of prosperity! I know that I will. I just gotta put my mind to it.

Okay, I am going to head back to Sunrise Place now, the hotel Jo and myself are occupying, and so this article may not make it to the blog right away, but at least I wrote it. The time is 18:19 here in Thailand, and I am saying peace for now.

Chris.

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