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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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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Separate Beds In The Dorm

It’s difficult for me to write while I am listening to music with lyrics. Same with reading, or really doing any sort of work. When I was young I recall watching the kids in study-hall with their headphones in their ears, working on their homework. I would always wonder if they could really focus while they were mixing their music with their schoolwork. Occasionally I would even judge them because I determined such a feat to be impossible, and jumped to the conclusion I was doing it right, and they were doing it wrong. Jokes on me! Cuz most of those kids are probably doing quite well, maintaining positions garnered from the hardwork in their college years, or holding wage earning jobs within the trade industries. What am I doing? I am running out of money on the second floor of the Inn Stations Hostel across the street from the Hua Lamphong Railway station listening to the Narrow Stairs album, my shirt slung over my shoulder, writing at one of seven round tables upon a concrete porch hosting a bar which looks as if it’s always closed except for when a group of rowdies brings their own booze to really get the party started, here in Bangkok.

I am happy. Tonight is the third night I am spending with a girl I know very well, and if you read this blog you may have come to know well as well. Jo. I am not sure if she is asleep yet, but she might be on the way. We have a train to catch at 08:05, and by 12:38 in the afternoon we will be in a new city. Still Thailand though. We are learning more about each other as we travel together, for better or for worse. How many people have you traveled with? Mark Twain says that’s how he knows if he can really stand to be around an individual or not. He must travel with them. Or at least, once he has traveled with an individual, he learns how compatible him and said individual are. I already know Jo and I are compatible. What I believe we are about to learn as we travel the next 45ish days together, is what we want from ourselves. Life would be easy if two people could just combines their dreams, like two fruits in a blender, and produce an even more delicious juice on the other side. The remnants of both entities still to be enjoyed from the pulp that remains. Life is not the juice. Life is the fruit. We can make many different juices throughout our life, that is the way of our humanity; it is our process. Many years ago we, as a people, realized just how much fucking juice we can make. We can really juice it up. Just keep processing new juice over, and over. We can make juice with things that aren’t even fruit. Bananas and pulverized walnuts. Glass shards and hippo blood. Love and money. But we are reentering an era of naturally squeezed juice. We don’t juice the whole orange at once, and then try to retrieve the pulp later these days.  We overindulge less. We squeeze half the orange and perhaps we save the rest for later.

You can’t have it all. Life is not easy. Did you hear me? Life is not fucking easy. It was never supposed to be. It’s a generational movement as well. Some people you may gaze upon and wonder why it was not you born in their place. Well, you can make it so others gaze upon the life of your offspring in the same way. Do you want that? You can’t have immediate results. but you can have long term satisfaction. If Jo wants to settle into a city and start a job teaching, or go to grad school, and I want to keep traveling the world and become a popular artist, what do we do? How do two people meet in the middle of such complicated agendas? Well…they meet in a kingdom full of fresh fruit and squeeze half an orange. Do you get me? Because I don’t quite understand it yet. The time is 20:53, and I am going to head in now, having done no editing on an article and simply publishing it, because I don’t yet write a travel blog that millions of people are reading and critiquing for errors…what I do is closer to poetry than advice. Take from me what you with, and discard the rind when I am squeezed.

Chris

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Bangkok, At Last!

I am in Bangkok now! I never thought I would end up in Bangkok. To a larger extent, let’s take five years ago: I never dreamt the day I would be traveling abroad, much less traveling in Asia. I can’t say I am loving it over here in Asia, but I can tell you I am having an experience. First of all, I don’t understand most things. Everywhere one will go it’s going to be a mix of people, that is with certainty. but in India I didn’t under first: why everyone litters, and even went as far as to tell me that they don’t want to stop, and second: why so many people in India were so rude! Like seriously rude af. Mostly the men, of course. but it was definitely a thing. Of course all the people I hung out with were not rude, but then on the bus I’d see some twenty-something dude pretend to be asleep so he didn’t have to let some old guy sit down. Like bro…I am the one who invited him over to sit, so you’re wlecome to have a problem with me. That was on my ride to the airport.

Anyway, enough bitching about a place I no longer reside, and onto bitching about my current situation! I am liking Bangkok! but it is certainly wearing on me that I am a broke mf. Nobody likes broke mf’s, that’s forsure. Now, most people assume right off the bat that I have money because I am a ‘farang,’ but they are assuming wrong. Granted I spent fucking thirty dollars on breakfast yesterday, and that certainly was one of the dumbest things I’ve done on my whole trip. but I am seeing how if one comes to Bangkok with a reasonably high budget and doesn’t worry about expenditure, they are going to have a good time. Me? I have almost nothing to my name, and I am planning to land back in (at this point) San Francisco with even less than nothing. My trip is certainly being dictated by my funds. It’s pretty lame. I am beginning to see how one can live comfortably in a familiar area, simply by learning the grounds and making friends. To live comfortably on a world scale though, requires money. I am certainly opening up my money mind out here! I have big ideas, yet still no plans for my arrival back in America. I am reading three books, and honestly I should spend more time reading, rather than taking 2 hour 45 minute walks like I did last night. Granted, I saw quite a bit on my walk, and I rather enjoyed exploring Bangkok at midnight. Walking around a new city is just one of those things I like to do. Last night I happen to do it in my fancy pants, lol, just in case some drunk rich person decided they wanted to hangout with me I would have been dressed for the occasion.

All that being said, I think I am going to take my leave of the Quarter Cafe. I bought two nights at this place called the Cubic Pratunam Hotel, but they have upset me by listing on Agoda that I would get free breakfast, only to tell me this morning that breakfast is 200 baht extra for guests on the top floor (the hostel portion). Well rather than give those asshole my 200 baht I came and spent it here at the Quarter Cafe…I actually paid 290 baht for a meal I calculated to cost 210 baht, but I didn’t bother to argue with the nice ladies…who are cooking fish behind me, I can smell it lol. So anyway, I had other problems with the Cubic Pratunam which have made me think I might go seek shelter elsewhere for the night. The bathroom lights are on a sensor and go off every 7 seconds. The staff has something to be desired. and last, but very important, is that I suspect they changed their name recently to confuse with the Cubic Hostel in Bangkok. I am getting the vibe that after they added the hostel rooms on the top floor maybe they went through a name change, as well as a facelift for the building. So I want to venture into the city and look at the options, but I didn’t really want to leave my computer at the hostel…it’s clear those mf’s would do nothing if it disappeared. Hmm. Now I am thinking I should just take it with me all the way. I was actually thinking I would bring the computer back, but you know what? I am going to just take it with me even though it’s kkiilliinngg my back. My lower back up to my shoulder is just destroyed. I am so sad about it. but no use bitching about the situation. I am simply going to come up hard. I still have to write a book, and whereas for a while I thought I might write a nonfiction book I have now decided I am best suited to stay in the realm of fiction. Story tellers are important, and I can still teach quite a bit through story telling. Anyway. I am going to head out and…hop on the river boat? I think (I took a random bus instead). Which is actually called an express boat. Hmm. Maybe I’ll take the number 59 bus actually, I think that’s a little closer and easier (I took the 36 cuz everyone else was doing it). Should be a fun time. Okay! That being said, I am off! Wish me good luck. and perhaps I will be writing more today since I will be taking the computer.

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The time is now 9:11 on the following day (Jan 4th, 2019). I am quite stressed about how I can’t get comfortable in this cafe. Nothing to do with the cafe. It’s just that I have a crazy broken shoulder, and there is really no fix for my pain. Just suffer until I’m rich and can pay folks to help me out, I really think that’s the only solution.

It’s amazing the amount of Supreme gear available for $1.50 in this city. I already don’t buy expensive clothes, but now my eyes have been wayy more opened to this bullshit. There is no more easy money to be made! It’s time to give the idea up. The best time and place in the history of earth to get rich was the Unites States of America in 1835, and you know what? It’s 2019! So you are too late to the party for the easy money. but you can still get the grit money; the hard doe. It don’t have to be that hard doe! I’m out here doing what feels good for me, and I am not making any money, but at least I am doing something I really enjoy: writing. I write a lot. I have hundreds of pages of unpublished writing, and I feel a mix of emotions about it, but I am certainly not upset I did all that writing. I think if I had been taking the time to edit it and publish it as I have gone along it might have done me more good, but still, I feel good that it has been written. I do need to get it onto a public medium soon though!

Woo! I just finished eating an egg and cheese (and tomato and mushroom) sandwich from The Quarter in Bangkok. It was pretty good! Lots of cheese though, that’s forsure. I have already checked out of my hotel because I was just sick of being in that shitty place, and so I am on my own out here! Waiting to check into my next room…which I am hoping will be infinitely better, and if I am lucky I will be able to do laundry on site there, because I seriouslyyyy need to do laundry. I also am in much need of a shower; preferably hot. (No laundry on site).

Okay. The time is now 9:49, still the morning obviously. I am thinking of moving on from this cafe to another cafe. This street seems to have many of them; all expensive as fuck. I hate how expensive the world is. Attention Americans! You are POOR! Minimum wage there is a joke. The people in Bangkok probably make more money than you, especially if they get tips. All I know forsure is that the price of things is similar. I just paid like $6 for an egg on a piece of toast. Honestly it’s a joke that I am finding extends far outside of America. There is no cheap place anymore. If spending money stresses you out…just give up! You need to have more money! It’s the only solution. It literally makes the world go around. Okay…I am going to walk down the street. Which probably isn’t in my best interests, but I am going to do it anywayyyyy.

The time is now 10:17, and I have migrated a mighty 100 meters down the road to a place called Chao Coffee. I have ordered a cappuccino and it is very good. I got the large, against my better judgment. Paid about $2.50 for it. On the TV there is a new broadcast, and the only coverage I have seen is about a hurricane. I am guessed a second hurricane hit Indonesia (Wrong! A tropical storm is headed for Thailand!). Maximum Bu Hau! It is clear that global warming is fucking things up for everyone, but to see an increase in seismic activity is really a downfall on a large scale. Death and destruction are coming for us…and I am gonna write about that shit.

I don’t know what to do. I’m killing as much time as I can at this spot. I don’t feel too riled up from the coffee. The coffee in Bangkok is very good! In Kolkata it was not so good. The cheap shit gives me the heebie-jeebies. I don’t like the heebie-jeebies. So it looks like a massive tropical storm is about to beat down on southern Thailand. I quite wish I was there. I have never experienced a tropical storm, but I like danger. I might still be able to convince Jo to head down there with me. But! The big news is that the tropical storm is going to hit the Andaman Islands directly. I almost went there! If flight prices would have been good I might have gone. The islands are owned by India, so I can go on my visa with no issues. That’s also the set of Islands where the Bow and Arrow people live (as I call them). Recently a crazy Chinese-American went there to try and convert the residents to Catholicism, and they killed him. Good. Serves him right. We should be containing the word of God, not spreading it. I really do think religion is, at this point, holding us back from our full potential. I really have been ahead of my time for quite a while. The book Sapiens I am reading talks about how religion (myth) brought humanity together, and the author hasn’t gotten to it yet, but I bet he will go on to say we need a newer, better myth to reunite us again. Colonization of another planet is the only option! It’s all we’ve got left!

Six people just walked into this coffee shop. Woo! I am no longer alone. They all look like me, but they are not speaking my language. They are from Lithuania! Cool af. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone from Lithuania. But now I have! I don’t really know if I could ask them anything…although I would like to. I wonder if I will ever go to Lithuania. I just looked at the map and saw that it is just north of Poland. I have considered going to Poland, and so maybe going north is the move from there, especially if I am trying to save money.

The time is now 11:07. I don’t know what the move is from here…I was going to continue to a different cafe. Google says if I take the 59 bus it is going to take an hour and 45 minutes to reach my destination. Am I ready for that? I think I might be. It will save me a couple of bucks, and really I don’t have shit else to do except for spend money down here. I could take a Grab (like Uber) and get there sooner, but it will cost me a couple of dollars. The bus costs a couple of cents. What do you think I am going to do? Okay. I am going to pack it in and talk to these Lithuanians for a second before I go. Peace for now!

The time is 19:10, and I am at my new homestay, which is basically a house someone has turned into an eight room hotel. It’s called Donmuang At Last. There is no free breakfast, so it’s not a b&b. I can hear planes pass over me quite often. Every 10 minutes perhaps, or maybe even closer together than that. I am waiting for Jo to arrive tonight. She will landing on a jet plane at 11:15, and so when her flight leaves at 9:15 I plan to begin a walk to the airport to meet her. It’s about an hour and fifteen minute walk, so I will have some extra time in there, but I can use that time to take a break. which after the walk will be much needed. Okay, just now I heard two planes only a minute or two apart. Maybe nighttime will bring more planes? I doubt it. It will probably be equal to the daytime planes. So anyway, I guess I am going to wrap it up here and edit the article, and get to publishing the thing to my blog. I have accumulated quite a bit of unpublished writing even since I left America. I also just made myself some instant coffee with a lil chocolate in it. and there is a single mosquito buzzing around making me upset. So I will wrap it up with that, and next time you hear from me I will be reunited with Jo!

Chris

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