Wow.
Food for thought. Or not really. Whatever. Shut the heck up! You talkin to me...? You talkin to me?? (creepy Robert De Niro in Taxi Driver.. heh)
O.k. o.k.
So I don't remember what I wrote about in my last update.. especially because stupid blogspot isn't letting me view it right now.. or anyone else's blog on blogspot for that matter. Fucking balls. So if I end up repeating myself, I'm sorry. I guess it's good because I've been writing in my journal everyday so that I can actually try to remember everything.. so here goes my attempt to pull things out of my diary entries and recap them to you.. yes
Cambodia was amazing.. we only stayed for about 4 days though unfortunately. We spent about 3 days in Siam Reap checking out Angkor Wat(Angkor WHAT!!).. According to wikipedia, it is... "a World Heritage Site, is a temple at Angkor, Cambodia, built for King Suryavarman II in the early 12th century as his state temple and capital city. As the best-preserved temple at the site, it is the only one to have remained a significant religious centre since its foundation—first Hindu, dedicated to Vishnu, then Buddhist. The temple is the epitome of the high classical style of Khmer architecture. It has become a symbol of Cambodia, appearing on its national flag, and it is the country's prime attraction for visitors.".. Yeh.. we did that. It was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful and amazing.. I still can't even get over how cool of an experience it was.. but I guess that I'll have to wait to put up my photos until I can really show you guys.. and even still, my pictures are probably too shitty to really capture the true awesomeness of it all. We also rented bicycles so we explored the city a pretty good amount... oh, and side story.. while at Angkor Wat, I was riding my bike when apparently my ticket flew out of my front basket.. although unknowingly to me... so when we arrived at the gates, I realized my dumb ass lost it... and the thing cost 20 dollars... so.. fuck.. me.. seriously. I retraced my steps.. my loooong ass bicycle ride.. and holy shit. I managed to find it!! That was quite a bit of good luck.
We were at this really cool cafe in Siam Reap.. where the pastries and food are absolutely delicious. Our waiter was ridiculous as well... after he cleared our plates away, he looked at us with a deadpan expression and asked us, "Was that totally awesome? Super duper? Totally bitchin?".. except with his accent it sounded like To tuh lee Bitch un? I almost died laughing.. and later when we were leaving, he yelled after Pat.. "peace out dawg sir!".. That really warmed my heart haha
We're currently in a adorable little riverside town called Hoi An... it's really sweet and quaint and very comfortable. We spent about two days here... we've experienced some of the best food we've had on our trip thus far.. we ate these things.. I don't remember the name of it.. but basically you take rice papers, fill it with veggies, something that looked like sauerkraut, either your choice or egg grilled pork or chicken, and you can dip it in either this spicy peanutty ish sauce.. or chili sauce.. and later on the guy brought us out this egg pancake thingy filled with bean sprouts that we added into the mix. It was out of control. Also some dishes worthy to note that we ate later on.. Hoi An's specialty is called Cao Lau.. which are these noodles with sliced grilled pork, crispy pork rinds(I think), bean sprouts.. and it's all in this slightly spicy soy based broth(i think).. I don't know exactly but it was soooo delicious. We were all pretty much licking our plates.. mmm. We also tried this tiger fish cooked to perfection, that we dipped in a lemon ginger sauce and then we would heap it onto these rice crackers. Jebus, the food here is amazing. Just now we just experienced the best breakfast everrrr.. eggs benedict! I haven't had eggs benedict in such a long time.. and I've been jonesing. All of these meals have been less than $5 as well.. it's unbelievable.
Yesterday, we went on a little tour to My Son.. which are these ancient ruins from about the 4th century... the landscapes seemed straight out of a Miyazaki film.. in it's lush greens and everything was covered over in moss. It was really beautiful.. the only downside was that we signed up for a stupid tour where there were about a bajillion people.. and we were only given about an hour.. so stupid.
Anyway, have to run.
We're heading to Hanoi via a 19 hour long bus ride... wuhoo!
So yeh. I love you and miss you all.. as always.
-Hannars
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
crazy shit
Hey guys,
We're in Siam Riep, Cambodia right now..
arrived here yesterday. So I'll just give a recap of what's been happening the past week...
When we were in Thailand, we were trying to make our way to Kotao.. and we were on a bus when we stopped somewhere where everyone else on the bus proceeded to get off.. so then some random dude came onto the bus and asked us where we were going.. we told him and he said to follow him, because we would be transferring. Anyways, this didn't seem so unusual to us since when we went to Bangkok to Phuket, we transferred about 4 times.. we went from a bus to a migrant worker truck to a minibus to another minibus.. so here we were again, starting our minibus adventures. So the guy takes us to this freaking HOUSE in the middle of seemingly nowhere.. where there is this crude office setup amidst children and women sittingly idly by watching some random Korean drama.. weird, right? Sitting at the plastic office chair, was some guy who thought he was the godfather or something... or the second coming of Christ.. whichever. I don't know, but he was a total asshole and a half. He was trying to sell us boat tickets, meanwhile having no signs or anything that would resemble something legitimate.. so we started freaking out because we were in some random dude's house without knowing where the hell we were. We started arguing with these guys because they were obviously scamming us, and the guy who drove us there decided to play the "nice guy" and take us to the pier(where we originally had wanted to go) for free. Yeh fucking right he was nice.. the asshole takes us to the pier we were fortunate to have been at 2 days prior.. so we knew it was closed. It was this creepy broken eerie pier.. and I started to get scared because it seemed like a)the guy was going to murder us... or b) we were going to get stranded at this creepy ghost town.. where creepy little ghost children would murder us... things weren't looking too good for us. We refused to get out of the car... and at this point we were just freaked out as well as a bit furious with both ourselves and the guy for so easily falling into a trap.. this was also in the middle of the night, mind you.. as it's so much easier to get scammed when you can't see shit. We finally get him to take us to a bus station where there are actual people around... "bus station" is where he took us.. we decided not to take anything the guy offered us, got a bit belligerent, and managed to not have to pay a cent... then it took forever to hail down a cab since we were in a random ass location..
We asked the cab driver to take us to the pier, and then he ended up taking us to some random hotel. Blaaargh! We had to argue again because everyone is just tryinz to soak upz our moneyz! I don't even have any moneys since I lost my stupid wallet.. the guy at the front desk tried to tell us that there was no night bus when we knew that there was.. and luckily there were some Swedish travellers behind us who had just been to the pier who confirmed this. I guess they were maybe trying to get us to stay at their hotel.. or whatever. UGgGGgghhh. Finally, the Swedish travellers, in an act of pure kindness, walked us to the pier where we were finally able to catch our boat.. wuhoo!
Anyway, Kotao was great. It was still touristy but a lot more quietly done.. without so many people harassing you.
So okay.. rewind a few days to when we were on our way to Phuket town.. Peters said next to this Japanese traveller named Toshi who told us about a place called Happy Days in Kotao.. which dealed marijuana.. when we got there, we asked around until someone was able to point it out to us.. we trekked up this big hill, and the area was a bit desolate, not much was going on there... I was just sincerely hoping that it was worth it, otherwise it'd be kind of a waste of time.. we get to this house... er, kind of house... that's just basically crudely constructed with logs.. it was basically just a balcony thingy.. er, I don' tknow how to explain it. We'll have pictures to show later.. Anyways, the view is amazing though... although the guy told us he didn't have any weed but allowed us to just hang out. Whatevers, he didn't speak much English. When we were about to leave, Peter decided to ask again.. and the guy gave us some! We tried to offer him money but he was just whateverrrr about it. So.. long story short, kind of sketch but awesomely serene and pretty place.. got free weed.. overlooked an amazing view.. fucking epic.
The beach was also quiet and nice.. although the sand was kind of rough. We were swimming when all of a sudden I hear Sigur Ros! Fucking what?! So I go up to the little kiosk hut thingiemuhjigger.. and see that there's an ipod that the guy told me belonged to someone who had just ran out to lunch. So of course I put on song #8 on the ( ) album...Pats and I looked at the ipod and the guy had a pretty awesome and eclectic taste in music... we envisioned that he'd be this hip young dude.. and when he came back he was this middle-aged unhip looking Aussie guy.. so weird and so cool haha. The dog at the hut was fucking the cutest thing ever(except for Simba.. don't worry Simba).. the guy told me that the dog just slept all the time to which I responded "He has a good life".. then I found out he was 15 years old, blind, and without teeth.... !!!!! The guy said that he'd been giving the dog eyedrops though.. so his vision was getting better.. oh.. my...god... that is the sweetest most heartwarming thing I've ever heard...
Anyway, more bad news.
So I had this yummy green curry soup with shrimps, right? The same night, I wake up at 2am in complete agony... my stomach was fucked up in pain. I can't sleep, lie down, sit up, stand up, do anything without my stomach feeling shitty.. so I try going to the front desk of the hotel to see if they could give me any medicine or anything to relieve the pain.. It was closed.. so I was like "fffffuck".. I knew there was a clinic down the street somewhere but the street was not well lit and kind of scary.. so I go back to the room miserable and upset... luckily Pat heard me stirring and was a total sweetheart and walked me to the clinic.. where I felt like an asshole because I woke up the nurse. We rang the doorbell and some white guy in only a towel came out... UHhhhhhh... what the hell? But the place actually looked pretty legit and the nurse was really nice. She diagnosed me with food poisoining and gave me a shot to help with some of the pain. This helped until I woke up about 4 hours later.. this time my stomach settled down a little but I had a fever and my entire body was aching. All of my muscles hurt.. so I spent most of the day/the entire day indoors deliriously crying and in pain in bed.. blah. I felt like an asshole for getting so sick.... because we ended up having to stay 2 more days.. and I missed out on snorkelling which was one of the things I was looking forward to the most..blah. I've never gotten food poisoning before so this really sucked.. a really sweet sidenote though.. while I was sleeping, I had a wet rag on my head to help break the fever.. when Peters had wrung out the towel with new water and was dabbing my face.. and then he placed the towel on my head.. all I could do was incoherently mumble "Thanks Peter"... aw, my friends are so sweet.
Anyway, we're in Cambodia now.. the roads aren't really paved in most parts of Cambodia.. so we endured an exceedingly bumpy ride ... so bumpy that one of the tires just completely blew out. But we survived.. and it wasn't actually that bad. The funny part was that towards the end I kept nodding off a little bit, and everytime we hit a big bump I was like "LAND MINE!!"... since Cambodia is one of the most heavily land mined places in the world.. there are still 4-6 million landmines around. Fucking scary. Anyways, I'm writing this without editing or even trying to sound.... educated. Wow, go me. Running out on time.. so, yeh. until the next episode! I'll write you guys back soon promise.. please keep writing me in the mean time. Love and miss you all.
We're in Siam Riep, Cambodia right now..
arrived here yesterday. So I'll just give a recap of what's been happening the past week...
When we were in Thailand, we were trying to make our way to Kotao.. and we were on a bus when we stopped somewhere where everyone else on the bus proceeded to get off.. so then some random dude came onto the bus and asked us where we were going.. we told him and he said to follow him, because we would be transferring. Anyways, this didn't seem so unusual to us since when we went to Bangkok to Phuket, we transferred about 4 times.. we went from a bus to a migrant worker truck to a minibus to another minibus.. so here we were again, starting our minibus adventures. So the guy takes us to this freaking HOUSE in the middle of seemingly nowhere.. where there is this crude office setup amidst children and women sittingly idly by watching some random Korean drama.. weird, right? Sitting at the plastic office chair, was some guy who thought he was the godfather or something... or the second coming of Christ.. whichever. I don't know, but he was a total asshole and a half. He was trying to sell us boat tickets, meanwhile having no signs or anything that would resemble something legitimate.. so we started freaking out because we were in some random dude's house without knowing where the hell we were. We started arguing with these guys because they were obviously scamming us, and the guy who drove us there decided to play the "nice guy" and take us to the pier(where we originally had wanted to go) for free. Yeh fucking right he was nice.. the asshole takes us to the pier we were fortunate to have been at 2 days prior.. so we knew it was closed. It was this creepy broken eerie pier.. and I started to get scared because it seemed like a)the guy was going to murder us... or b) we were going to get stranded at this creepy ghost town.. where creepy little ghost children would murder us... things weren't looking too good for us. We refused to get out of the car... and at this point we were just freaked out as well as a bit furious with both ourselves and the guy for so easily falling into a trap.. this was also in the middle of the night, mind you.. as it's so much easier to get scammed when you can't see shit. We finally get him to take us to a bus station where there are actual people around... "bus station" is where he took us.. we decided not to take anything the guy offered us, got a bit belligerent, and managed to not have to pay a cent... then it took forever to hail down a cab since we were in a random ass location..
We asked the cab driver to take us to the pier, and then he ended up taking us to some random hotel. Blaaargh! We had to argue again because everyone is just tryinz to soak upz our moneyz! I don't even have any moneys since I lost my stupid wallet.. the guy at the front desk tried to tell us that there was no night bus when we knew that there was.. and luckily there were some Swedish travellers behind us who had just been to the pier who confirmed this. I guess they were maybe trying to get us to stay at their hotel.. or whatever. UGgGGgghhh. Finally, the Swedish travellers, in an act of pure kindness, walked us to the pier where we were finally able to catch our boat.. wuhoo!
Anyway, Kotao was great. It was still touristy but a lot more quietly done.. without so many people harassing you.
So okay.. rewind a few days to when we were on our way to Phuket town.. Peters said next to this Japanese traveller named Toshi who told us about a place called Happy Days in Kotao.. which dealed marijuana.. when we got there, we asked around until someone was able to point it out to us.. we trekked up this big hill, and the area was a bit desolate, not much was going on there... I was just sincerely hoping that it was worth it, otherwise it'd be kind of a waste of time.. we get to this house... er, kind of house... that's just basically crudely constructed with logs.. it was basically just a balcony thingy.. er, I don' tknow how to explain it. We'll have pictures to show later.. Anyways, the view is amazing though... although the guy told us he didn't have any weed but allowed us to just hang out. Whatevers, he didn't speak much English. When we were about to leave, Peter decided to ask again.. and the guy gave us some! We tried to offer him money but he was just whateverrrr about it. So.. long story short, kind of sketch but awesomely serene and pretty place.. got free weed.. overlooked an amazing view.. fucking epic.
The beach was also quiet and nice.. although the sand was kind of rough. We were swimming when all of a sudden I hear Sigur Ros! Fucking what?! So I go up to the little kiosk hut thingiemuhjigger.. and see that there's an ipod that the guy told me belonged to someone who had just ran out to lunch. So of course I put on song #8 on the ( ) album...Pats and I looked at the ipod and the guy had a pretty awesome and eclectic taste in music... we envisioned that he'd be this hip young dude.. and when he came back he was this middle-aged unhip looking Aussie guy.. so weird and so cool haha. The dog at the hut was fucking the cutest thing ever(except for Simba.. don't worry Simba).. the guy told me that the dog just slept all the time to which I responded "He has a good life".. then I found out he was 15 years old, blind, and without teeth.... !!!!! The guy said that he'd been giving the dog eyedrops though.. so his vision was getting better.. oh.. my...god... that is the sweetest most heartwarming thing I've ever heard...
Anyway, more bad news.
So I had this yummy green curry soup with shrimps, right? The same night, I wake up at 2am in complete agony... my stomach was fucked up in pain. I can't sleep, lie down, sit up, stand up, do anything without my stomach feeling shitty.. so I try going to the front desk of the hotel to see if they could give me any medicine or anything to relieve the pain.. It was closed.. so I was like "fffffuck".. I knew there was a clinic down the street somewhere but the street was not well lit and kind of scary.. so I go back to the room miserable and upset... luckily Pat heard me stirring and was a total sweetheart and walked me to the clinic.. where I felt like an asshole because I woke up the nurse. We rang the doorbell and some white guy in only a towel came out... UHhhhhhh... what the hell? But the place actually looked pretty legit and the nurse was really nice. She diagnosed me with food poisoining and gave me a shot to help with some of the pain. This helped until I woke up about 4 hours later.. this time my stomach settled down a little but I had a fever and my entire body was aching. All of my muscles hurt.. so I spent most of the day/the entire day indoors deliriously crying and in pain in bed.. blah. I felt like an asshole for getting so sick.... because we ended up having to stay 2 more days.. and I missed out on snorkelling which was one of the things I was looking forward to the most..blah. I've never gotten food poisoning before so this really sucked.. a really sweet sidenote though.. while I was sleeping, I had a wet rag on my head to help break the fever.. when Peters had wrung out the towel with new water and was dabbing my face.. and then he placed the towel on my head.. all I could do was incoherently mumble "Thanks Peter"... aw, my friends are so sweet.
Anyway, we're in Cambodia now.. the roads aren't really paved in most parts of Cambodia.. so we endured an exceedingly bumpy ride ... so bumpy that one of the tires just completely blew out. But we survived.. and it wasn't actually that bad. The funny part was that towards the end I kept nodding off a little bit, and everytime we hit a big bump I was like "LAND MINE!!"... since Cambodia is one of the most heavily land mined places in the world.. there are still 4-6 million landmines around. Fucking scary. Anyways, I'm writing this without editing or even trying to sound.... educated. Wow, go me. Running out on time.. so, yeh. until the next episode! I'll write you guys back soon promise.. please keep writing me in the mean time. Love and miss you all.
Friday, January 11, 2008
quick update from SE Asia
O.k. so this is going to be quick because internet where I am in Thailand is ass fuck expensive.. for Korean standards, for American standards, for anywhere in the fucking world standards.. it feels like I'm paying a brick of gold for this..
Anyways,
Our stop in Taiwan was awesome. We did shit like eat awesome food off the streets, went to the National Museum of Taiwan which is apparently one of the top 5 best museums in the world.. we checked out night markets which were crazy congested and had many interesting sights to see.. lots of pojang-machus(food carts).. yeh yeh. We also rented bicycles for about $2 and rode them around the Keelung River(I think?) for about 2 1/2 hours. It was pretty amazing.. I haven't ridden a bike in forever(I miss you Cornelius.. my old ass heavy fucking bike back at home ).. so that was definitely grrreat.
We arrived in Thailand.. and it's been pretty crazy. We're getting pulled this way and that way from people who are trying to get us to ride in their cab, eat at their restaurant, get a massage, whatever. People are just trying to sell us anything and everything.. while trying to rip us off of course. It's been frustrating getting lost anywhere because anyone you ask for directions on the street, will either try to direct you to do go to their guesthouse or whatever, or they'll not tell you where to go to spite you.. it's been kind of annoying. But yeh, it's definitely been interesting here.. the first few days we arrived at Kaesan Road(sp?) which was like fucking WAEGOOK-ville on crack(foreigners).. it was like.. bros and hos.. I saw a muscle tee here, a tribal tattoo there, and bleached blonde hair everywhere.. tons of Euro trash as well... we were walking through the streets embarrassed as fuck because we couldn't really say that we were different.. it was hard to fade into the background when we had our giant assbacks and our pale and yet to be tanned skin. We spent the next day looking around temples.. which were were really ornate and awesome.. we saw the giant reclining Buddha which was really cool to see upclose and in person. Afterwards, we made our way to Phuket town.. which took 4 bus transfers and about 22 hours.... then we rented motorbikes and rode around the city... but Pat and I accidentally lost Peters for a few hours.. and I thought I was going to have a panic attack.. luckily Peters found his way back to us and I almost cried in relief. Blah.. anyway, we're at some beachy place right now.. the beach was completely awesome and it was so fun to be in the waterrrr. We're also getting our tan on.. I haven't had a tan in like.. 5 years.. or .. more. We watched the sunset.. and any time you see a sunset on the beach, it's always pretty epic. Actually, at one point, I stopped watching the sunset and found myself absolutely entranced by this family playing nearby. I always go gushy at the sight of a happy family... their daughter was at most 2 years old, and their son was at most 4 years old.. and they were just throwing a little ball around and the kids were running around, giggling and chasing after the ball.. everyone looked like they were having a blast.. it was just a really sweet scene...
Blah. But bad news... I lost my fucking wallet...in....Thailand...
I don't know if it got lost or stolen.. or maybe lost and then stolen.. but either way, it's my own damn fault for not paying enough attention. And anyone who knows me, knows that I'm usually pretty good at not losing stuff.. I've NEVER lost a cell phone, or a wallet, or my keys before.. so this fucking sucks that the one time I do is in a foreign country.. so.. yeh. And anyone I try to call, such as the minibus companies that drove us.. and no one spoke English.. but pretended like they did.. so that was pretty frustrating. I finally just gave up and emailed my bank to cancel my cards.. I can't even find a phone card here so I haven't been able to phone my bank... ugggh. Anyway, I freaked out about it on and off for the past 2 days... but I guess I've decided that I have to just get over it because what else can I do? And I'm still here having a blast, so.. yeh.. everything in my wallet can get replaced.. so whatever. It'll just take time and money I guess... drivers license, alien reg, all bank cards including Korean and American, Yonsei ID.. blarg. I guess I just have to figure out a way to get money now... luckily Peters has a wells fargo account so I can transfer money to him to give to me.. so hopefully now Peters won't lose his card. O.k. well I have to go.. I know I have emails to write back to everyone so please don't think I'm not going to write back... I really want to write nice heartfelt messages when I have time to think about it.. and cheaper internets. O.k. well I hope everyone is doing well. Please keep writing me and I miss you all.
Anyways,
Our stop in Taiwan was awesome. We did shit like eat awesome food off the streets, went to the National Museum of Taiwan which is apparently one of the top 5 best museums in the world.. we checked out night markets which were crazy congested and had many interesting sights to see.. lots of pojang-machus(food carts).. yeh yeh. We also rented bicycles for about $2 and rode them around the Keelung River(I think?) for about 2 1/2 hours. It was pretty amazing.. I haven't ridden a bike in forever(I miss you Cornelius.. my old ass heavy fucking bike back at home ).. so that was definitely grrreat.
We arrived in Thailand.. and it's been pretty crazy. We're getting pulled this way and that way from people who are trying to get us to ride in their cab, eat at their restaurant, get a massage, whatever. People are just trying to sell us anything and everything.. while trying to rip us off of course. It's been frustrating getting lost anywhere because anyone you ask for directions on the street, will either try to direct you to do go to their guesthouse or whatever, or they'll not tell you where to go to spite you.. it's been kind of annoying. But yeh, it's definitely been interesting here.. the first few days we arrived at Kaesan Road(sp?) which was like fucking WAEGOOK-ville on crack(foreigners).. it was like.. bros and hos.. I saw a muscle tee here, a tribal tattoo there, and bleached blonde hair everywhere.. tons of Euro trash as well... we were walking through the streets embarrassed as fuck because we couldn't really say that we were different.. it was hard to fade into the background when we had our giant assbacks and our pale and yet to be tanned skin. We spent the next day looking around temples.. which were were really ornate and awesome.. we saw the giant reclining Buddha which was really cool to see upclose and in person. Afterwards, we made our way to Phuket town.. which took 4 bus transfers and about 22 hours.... then we rented motorbikes and rode around the city... but Pat and I accidentally lost Peters for a few hours.. and I thought I was going to have a panic attack.. luckily Peters found his way back to us and I almost cried in relief. Blah.. anyway, we're at some beachy place right now.. the beach was completely awesome and it was so fun to be in the waterrrr. We're also getting our tan on.. I haven't had a tan in like.. 5 years.. or .. more. We watched the sunset.. and any time you see a sunset on the beach, it's always pretty epic. Actually, at one point, I stopped watching the sunset and found myself absolutely entranced by this family playing nearby. I always go gushy at the sight of a happy family... their daughter was at most 2 years old, and their son was at most 4 years old.. and they were just throwing a little ball around and the kids were running around, giggling and chasing after the ball.. everyone looked like they were having a blast.. it was just a really sweet scene...
Blah. But bad news... I lost my fucking wallet...in....Thailand...
I don't know if it got lost or stolen.. or maybe lost and then stolen.. but either way, it's my own damn fault for not paying enough attention. And anyone who knows me, knows that I'm usually pretty good at not losing stuff.. I've NEVER lost a cell phone, or a wallet, or my keys before.. so this fucking sucks that the one time I do is in a foreign country.. so.. yeh. And anyone I try to call, such as the minibus companies that drove us.. and no one spoke English.. but pretended like they did.. so that was pretty frustrating. I finally just gave up and emailed my bank to cancel my cards.. I can't even find a phone card here so I haven't been able to phone my bank... ugggh. Anyway, I freaked out about it on and off for the past 2 days... but I guess I've decided that I have to just get over it because what else can I do? And I'm still here having a blast, so.. yeh.. everything in my wallet can get replaced.. so whatever. It'll just take time and money I guess... drivers license, alien reg, all bank cards including Korean and American, Yonsei ID.. blarg. I guess I just have to figure out a way to get money now... luckily Peters has a wells fargo account so I can transfer money to him to give to me.. so hopefully now Peters won't lose his card. O.k. well I have to go.. I know I have emails to write back to everyone so please don't think I'm not going to write back... I really want to write nice heartfelt messages when I have time to think about it.. and cheaper internets. O.k. well I hope everyone is doing well. Please keep writing me and I miss you all.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
the final hurrah, for now at least
So, I guess I already wrote an emotional enough blog entry for the goodbyes, and such.
Not many pictures were taken during this period.... I guess we waz unablez to take many picz, b/c we were soakinz upz sum tearz. Yeh.. fuck, sorry this isn't getting old for me.
Anyway, I'll make this brief..
On the afternoon of the 22nd, we had to bid James farewell. James was one of my first chingoos here and I had to say bye to him first. Yeh, that really wasn't fun. He had a pretty sizable entourage following/stalking him to the airport limousine: Ryo, Jake, Anna, Peter, Pat, Gelly, Seth, and myself. We gave him our final hugs and all, but for some reason it was still completely surreal. It was tough for me to register it in my head that James was leaving Korea. We watched him board the bus which took off shortly after.. to which Gelly responded, "Oh. The bus left." That pretty much summed up my feelings about it as well... I was just in complete disbelief. Especially because it seemed like he was leaving Korea on some random ass bus... we didn't see any airplane fly away or anything.. I don't know. It was just really weird. I started feeling sad later so I called James since I knew he had his phone on him.. fuck nuts.
Pat and I decided to stay with our remaining chingoos in I-house while they packed up their shit.
We also had to say goodbyes to the Austrians, who were also some of my first chingoos. This was starting to suck. A lot. That night, everyone was caught in some sort of foggy haze that they couldn't really escape or put their finger on exactly. I think the process of packing was so exhausting that it was hard to process that after that task was done, they'd be shipping off. It was a sleepless night as by the time everyone was done, we packed up some taxis and headed off to the airport limousine. Ryo and Gelly were the first to go through the gates pretty much directly after we arrived at the airport. One of the most endearing moments of the morning was when Ryo farted and with an anxious look on his face, stated, "I always get really gassy when I'm stressed out." UGHHHHH I can't take it. Ryo, I want to squeeze you at all times of the day. Of course, after they left... I couldn't take it so I called Gelly's phone as well. We all got to hear their voices again and it was nice, although it was still such a sad moment. Although I got to laugh quite a bit when Gelly told me that Ryo proposed that they get a drink because they just couldn't handle it. It was freaking 9 in the morning!! Oh, those two. That was really sweet.
And then there were three.
Ames didn't have to board until 2pm so we had quite a bit of time left. We decided to shack up in a Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf for a total of five hours haha. I even slept for about 20 minutes. Yeh, we were bumming it. When we finally got up to go see Amy off, it was completely bizarre because here I had just spent 5 hours with her at the Coffee Bean and I couldn't really figure out where she was going. god, this day really really sucked. I had to wave her bye-bye and then I'd look up at Pat who had this really serious expression on his face, his eyes welling up with tears. That was tough. It pretty much took all I had in me to not begin to bawl. The bus ride was intense.. we were both in disbelief that we had to see off the vast majority of our best friends in Korea in such a short period of time. I played DJ on the ride back, and tried to play some happy music... but it's funny how when you're not feeling too hot, the happy music turns to sad music. And by sad, I really mean to say absolutely devastating. Blah.
Anyway, anyway, anyway.
I know I say "anyway" a lot. It's my favorite segway, that anyway. Rhymes. Busta Rhymes. Rimes comma Leann. O.k. I'll stop.
All of my chingoos are now in their respective homes: New Jersey/New York, Kentucky/Ohio, Austria, Seattle... and they all seem to be having a tough time coping. I mean I heard before that re-entry/re-culture shock was the toughest part, but I guess no one can ever be prepared enough for that. I'm in great fear of it myself. Some random guy I met before I came to Korea told me that he had studied abroad for a year, and that the hardest part for him was seeing his friends.. because he felt that he had changed so much and had seen so many amazing things and he came back, and all of his friends were living the same uninspired lives. You know, I don't even know what to say to that. So I'm sorry to my chingoos because I don't quite know what to say to make you feel better without having to feel like I'm having to lie to a certain extent. I know I'm going to have to face the same thing half a year from now and I'm not looking forward to it. Some of my good friends might even move out of the city because of graduation, and etcetera. Although I do like my friends back at home.. I don't have many of them, but I like the ones that I do have. But, yeh. I guess all I know is for now is that I think you're all amazing people and that wherever you go, greatness will follow as long as you put in the effort. I haven't figured out the rest yet. But I guess that's a work in progress, as usual. Gross.
For now, I'm still fighting to stay positive... which hasn't been as hard as I previously thought.
I have you guys in my life now, so I can't say I'm unlucky.. you know? Far from it. We were fortunate enough to have met one another, and we each had a major impact on each others lives. I don't know.. take from it what you will. Blah, geography can be a bitch sometimes. No one has invented teleportation as of yet, but for now we have SKYPE!!!!, email, aim, etc. That will keep us together.. until we meet again. Oy oy.
Continue to search for inspiration, and aspire to inspire others in return. It's all we can really hope for.
seeing James off(photo taken by James Fallisgaard with additional tweaking for the better or worse by yours truly)
comraderie
weeze in the robby, breakinz up ur heartz
Not many pictures were taken during this period.... I guess we waz unablez to take many picz, b/c we were soakinz upz sum tearz. Yeh.. fuck, sorry this isn't getting old for me.
Anyway, I'll make this brief..
On the afternoon of the 22nd, we had to bid James farewell. James was one of my first chingoos here and I had to say bye to him first. Yeh, that really wasn't fun. He had a pretty sizable entourage following/stalking him to the airport limousine: Ryo, Jake, Anna, Peter, Pat, Gelly, Seth, and myself. We gave him our final hugs and all, but for some reason it was still completely surreal. It was tough for me to register it in my head that James was leaving Korea. We watched him board the bus which took off shortly after.. to which Gelly responded, "Oh. The bus left." That pretty much summed up my feelings about it as well... I was just in complete disbelief. Especially because it seemed like he was leaving Korea on some random ass bus... we didn't see any airplane fly away or anything.. I don't know. It was just really weird. I started feeling sad later so I called James since I knew he had his phone on him.. fuck nuts.
Pat and I decided to stay with our remaining chingoos in I-house while they packed up their shit.
We also had to say goodbyes to the Austrians, who were also some of my first chingoos. This was starting to suck. A lot. That night, everyone was caught in some sort of foggy haze that they couldn't really escape or put their finger on exactly. I think the process of packing was so exhausting that it was hard to process that after that task was done, they'd be shipping off. It was a sleepless night as by the time everyone was done, we packed up some taxis and headed off to the airport limousine. Ryo and Gelly were the first to go through the gates pretty much directly after we arrived at the airport. One of the most endearing moments of the morning was when Ryo farted and with an anxious look on his face, stated, "I always get really gassy when I'm stressed out." UGHHHHH I can't take it. Ryo, I want to squeeze you at all times of the day. Of course, after they left... I couldn't take it so I called Gelly's phone as well. We all got to hear their voices again and it was nice, although it was still such a sad moment. Although I got to laugh quite a bit when Gelly told me that Ryo proposed that they get a drink because they just couldn't handle it. It was freaking 9 in the morning!! Oh, those two. That was really sweet.
And then there were three.
Ames didn't have to board until 2pm so we had quite a bit of time left. We decided to shack up in a Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf for a total of five hours haha. I even slept for about 20 minutes. Yeh, we were bumming it. When we finally got up to go see Amy off, it was completely bizarre because here I had just spent 5 hours with her at the Coffee Bean and I couldn't really figure out where she was going. god, this day really really sucked. I had to wave her bye-bye and then I'd look up at Pat who had this really serious expression on his face, his eyes welling up with tears. That was tough. It pretty much took all I had in me to not begin to bawl. The bus ride was intense.. we were both in disbelief that we had to see off the vast majority of our best friends in Korea in such a short period of time. I played DJ on the ride back, and tried to play some happy music... but it's funny how when you're not feeling too hot, the happy music turns to sad music. And by sad, I really mean to say absolutely devastating. Blah.
Anyway, anyway, anyway.
I know I say "anyway" a lot. It's my favorite segway, that anyway. Rhymes. Busta Rhymes. Rimes comma Leann. O.k. I'll stop.
All of my chingoos are now in their respective homes: New Jersey/New York, Kentucky/Ohio, Austria, Seattle... and they all seem to be having a tough time coping. I mean I heard before that re-entry/re-culture shock was the toughest part, but I guess no one can ever be prepared enough for that. I'm in great fear of it myself. Some random guy I met before I came to Korea told me that he had studied abroad for a year, and that the hardest part for him was seeing his friends.. because he felt that he had changed so much and had seen so many amazing things and he came back, and all of his friends were living the same uninspired lives. You know, I don't even know what to say to that. So I'm sorry to my chingoos because I don't quite know what to say to make you feel better without having to feel like I'm having to lie to a certain extent. I know I'm going to have to face the same thing half a year from now and I'm not looking forward to it. Some of my good friends might even move out of the city because of graduation, and etcetera. Although I do like my friends back at home.. I don't have many of them, but I like the ones that I do have. But, yeh. I guess all I know is for now is that I think you're all amazing people and that wherever you go, greatness will follow as long as you put in the effort. I haven't figured out the rest yet. But I guess that's a work in progress, as usual. Gross.
For now, I'm still fighting to stay positive... which hasn't been as hard as I previously thought.
I have you guys in my life now, so I can't say I'm unlucky.. you know? Far from it. We were fortunate enough to have met one another, and we each had a major impact on each others lives. I don't know.. take from it what you will. Blah, geography can be a bitch sometimes. No one has invented teleportation as of yet, but for now we have SKYPE!!!!, email, aim, etc. That will keep us together.. until we meet again. Oy oy.
Continue to search for inspiration, and aspire to inspire others in return. It's all we can really hope for.
seeing James off(photo taken by James Fallisgaard with additional tweaking for the better or worse by yours truly)
comraderie 
weeze in the robby, breakinz up ur heartz
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
One more time
So, this was our final night together... which actually happened to coincide with James' 21st birthday!
Happy birthday James! I totally fucking hate you. Just kidding. I ruv James. Well, we started out by going to the Red Bar... or I forget its name... I spent the vast majority of my time there signing Angelica's book... which ended up being a gazillion and a half pages long in tiny ass script. It's funny because I could've easily written more... oh the love I hold for Gelly is immeasurable. Hopefully I did well with these books.. I really and truly hope I did well to make sure that everyone knows how much I love them. It was kind of difficult to be put on the spot to write so it was probably less than poetic. Ah well. Sucks to your ass-mars.
After the Red Bar, we headed over to HO BAR III, the very best of the Ho bars. We started off by doing a round of $1.50 tequila shots and we toasted to our dear friend James, who would soon have the longest birthday of his life. He flew out of Korea on his birthday, and landed in the states where it still happened to be his birthday. Must've been completely exhausting for him seeing how we did our very best to wear the hell out of the bastard. Anyway, I can't even put into words how amazing this night was. It was honestly the perfect capper for the awesome trip we all shared together. No tears were shed. It was just about sharing our final night together and making the absolute best of it. Yeh, it was perfect.
Afterwards, we linked arms and sprinted over to SKA2, which is a club with FREE ENTRY! Hells yes! We had a great time dancing along to some of the cheesiest songs most of us hoped to never hear again in our lifetimes... IE, "MAMBO #5" What the fuck?? The most epic event of the evening was when Daft Punk's "One More Time" came on. I know, I know. Usually no one really thinks twice about this song, especially the lyrics of the song because they're so simple. But, tonight it pretty much embodied all of our collective feelings. I mean, holy shit, it really is just ONE MORE TIME we gonna celebrate yeh oh yeh alright don't stop the dancing. Maybe I'm digging myself into a hole with people other than the ones who were there.. but what the fuck ever. It was a totally epic moment because we all just grabbed each other and sang our hearts out. It was completely surreal and I know everyone felt it. Unfortunately, I didn't take any pictures at SKA2.. I'm sure James did but my dumbass forgot to get his pictures from him before he left. BLARGh. Maybe some time next September, I'll be able to see them on his brog(har har, inside joke)
P.S. Brilliant little Ryo got everyone to sign a styrofoam ball for James... which he himself marked it with "HAPPY BALLS DAY!"... I proceeded to write "balls balls balls balls.. -signed balls"... Yeh, I know I'm a fucking literary genius. James managed to hold onto the ball all night. He toted it around proudly. 6, 7, BALLS! 10, 9, BALLS! I can still hear Ryo's voice saying it... haha
Jake... a picture taken by Gelly on my camera
Katharina and Silvia at Chobang
Peter, James, Pat, and Alex at HO BAR III
All aboard the crazy train!
Yeh? Fuck yeh!
yessss my preciousssss
the unlikely pair
my kind of sort of not really twin. can you tell the similarities/differences?
Patterbox and Jason
hardy har har hARrr
oh sweet jebus(photo by Katharina Nemec pre-Frida)
sweetness(photo by Katharina Nemec)
making our way to SKA2.. this was such a blur, literally(photo by Katharina Nemec)
Happy birthday James! I totally fucking hate you. Just kidding. I ruv James. Well, we started out by going to the Red Bar... or I forget its name... I spent the vast majority of my time there signing Angelica's book... which ended up being a gazillion and a half pages long in tiny ass script. It's funny because I could've easily written more... oh the love I hold for Gelly is immeasurable. Hopefully I did well with these books.. I really and truly hope I did well to make sure that everyone knows how much I love them. It was kind of difficult to be put on the spot to write so it was probably less than poetic. Ah well. Sucks to your ass-mars.
After the Red Bar, we headed over to HO BAR III, the very best of the Ho bars. We started off by doing a round of $1.50 tequila shots and we toasted to our dear friend James, who would soon have the longest birthday of his life. He flew out of Korea on his birthday, and landed in the states where it still happened to be his birthday. Must've been completely exhausting for him seeing how we did our very best to wear the hell out of the bastard. Anyway, I can't even put into words how amazing this night was. It was honestly the perfect capper for the awesome trip we all shared together. No tears were shed. It was just about sharing our final night together and making the absolute best of it. Yeh, it was perfect.
Afterwards, we linked arms and sprinted over to SKA2, which is a club with FREE ENTRY! Hells yes! We had a great time dancing along to some of the cheesiest songs most of us hoped to never hear again in our lifetimes... IE, "MAMBO #5" What the fuck?? The most epic event of the evening was when Daft Punk's "One More Time" came on. I know, I know. Usually no one really thinks twice about this song, especially the lyrics of the song because they're so simple. But, tonight it pretty much embodied all of our collective feelings. I mean, holy shit, it really is just ONE MORE TIME we gonna celebrate yeh oh yeh alright don't stop the dancing. Maybe I'm digging myself into a hole with people other than the ones who were there.. but what the fuck ever. It was a totally epic moment because we all just grabbed each other and sang our hearts out. It was completely surreal and I know everyone felt it. Unfortunately, I didn't take any pictures at SKA2.. I'm sure James did but my dumbass forgot to get his pictures from him before he left. BLARGh. Maybe some time next September, I'll be able to see them on his brog(har har, inside joke)
P.S. Brilliant little Ryo got everyone to sign a styrofoam ball for James... which he himself marked it with "HAPPY BALLS DAY!"... I proceeded to write "balls balls balls balls.. -signed balls"... Yeh, I know I'm a fucking literary genius. James managed to hold onto the ball all night. He toted it around proudly. 6, 7, BALLS! 10, 9, BALLS! I can still hear Ryo's voice saying it... haha
Jake... a picture taken by Gelly on my camera
Katharina and Silvia at Chobang 
Peter, James, Pat, and Alex at HO BAR III 
All aboard the crazy train!
Yeh? Fuck yeh!
yessss my preciousssss
the unlikely pair
my kind of sort of not really twin. can you tell the similarities/differences? 
Patterbox and Jason
hardy har har hARrr
oh sweet jebus(photo by Katharina Nemec pre-Frida)
sweetness(photo by Katharina Nemec)
making our way to SKA2.. this was such a blur, literally(photo by Katharina Nemec)
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Various pictures leading up to DOOMS DAY.... *dun dun dun*
At our favorite hangout, in the back of a convenience store, Buy the Way
After the BOYsterous came stumbling into Annas, yeling out some incoherent nonsense... something about a bumblebee jingle? Haha...
Poor little sleeping Ryo's legs are in the picture
I finally managed to kill the bastard
On the last day of Korean class, I encountered this depressing sight.. 
Amy looking unbelievably adorable
Katharina, Silvia, and Angelica at a restaurant in Insa-dong
at the mogi jang
Katharina and Anna
Tempizzle stay weekend
So the weekend of December 1st-2nd...
James, Silvia, Katharina, Angelica, and myself decided that we wanted to go away for a little weekend excursion so we all agreed upon doing a temple stay. Katharina + Silvia suggested that we go to a nearby temple located in Gwanghwa-Do which is a little island off Seoul..... I think. Anyway, it was about a 2 hour bus ride so we figured that'd be the best choice.... because our other option was a 5hour bus ride away. We traipsed about Sinchon in search of the mysterious and elusive Sinchon bus terminal.. say what? At one point, this little search had me stumbling into a police station on the verge of super giggle fitzgerald(our friend who is very near and dear to our hearts)... Anyway, the terminal was only about 50 meters away from the police station which the policemen pointed out to us, incredulous of the fact that we were too stupid to see it. As always, fucking wae-gooks. Hee hee.
At the terminal, we tried to figure out where exactly we had to go. Katharina had a few names written down on a piece of paper so I tried to ask some official looking passerbys about which bus we should take.... by a stroke of bad luck, we managed to bump into an irate middle-aged man who was content to be in contempt..... he was the type of ahjuhshee(old Korean man) that I've spent the vast majority of my trip in Korea trying to avoid.. He proceeded to yell at us... oops, I mean, speak at an unimaginably loud volume telling us that we were doing all of the wrong things, that we were little pieces of shit that should kill ourselves immediately.. o.k. maybe he wasn't saying all of this but I honestly couldn't even focus on trying to figure whatever the hell it was he WAS saying because I was too busy trying to pretend that I wasn't noticing that he was spitting all over my face with each of his seemingly disdainful and derisive words.... uggggggghhhhhhhh. Is it rude to attempt to wipe the spit off my face right in front of him? Better that than hold up an umbrella to shield myself, right? Fuck nuts. It's funny how despite the language barrier, someone is still able to berate you with such ease. Finally we decide that we didn't want to listen to that ogre and we went to buy our bus tickets. Luckily, that decision paid off as it was a pretty easy trip to our destination.
Sho nough, we made it without a hitch.
We were greeted by a little monk of Vietnamese descent who spoke absolutely no English or Korean... and Phillip.. who was our German friend for the weekend. Well, he was James' German friend since they were bunkmates. As soon as we got there, we put on some ridiculously cool monk clothes.. the clothes that we'd remain in all weekend... We looked silly and therefore, laughed ourselves silly... at the sight of each other and at the sight of ourselves... hells yes. Anyway, we were then introduced to the Russian monk who would end up being our mentor/guide throughout our stay. We spent most of the day(and all weekend) drinking various types of tea.. including dandelion, green tea, Vietnamese green tea... and I forget what else. Oh man, I'm attempting to write this at 5:30 in the am right now after a loooong night... so we'll see how this goes... so far, so not good. Yikes.
We ate in a tar pit... well, pretty much. The whole area was under construction.. it was pretty nauseating to eat right next to all of the tar... I couldn't stay in there for too long otherwise I'd get a headache..... boo. So we were exhausted by 7pm and couldn't wait to go to bed like the lamers we are.. we quickly fell asleep until we awoke 2 hours later because the undeulbang(heated floors) was roasting our asses. It was a hot shhhhweaty mess. We stayed awake for a bit, had a brief encounter with giggle fitzgerald, and then attempted to sleep again because we would have a 3am wake up call. Holy shit, I usually don't even sleep before then... anyway, we woke up, went to the temple and did the 108 prostrations. I have no idea how I completed them all.. it definitely got a bit painful after a while but I think that if I stopped, I wouldn't have been able to start again. anyway, I'm going to just add anecdotes to the pictures because I'm getting too lazy and forgetful... wuhoot!
apparently gollum is serving us up some tea....
I can has cheezburger?
Before she found out about the "no snacking" policy...
the assembly line
a quite literal interpretation of a lotus lantern..
mad chillin'
the meditation room.....
all we seemed to want to do is sleep....
the space between...
the little Vietnamese monk was extremely into composing family friendly/picture perfect shots for us.. so he plopped one of the German girls down on one of the statues and then stuck the muddy little beast into her hands.. which she held him at arms length away.. because he was so muddy and beastlike, of course.
the poor monk from Sri Lanka was freezing because he's not used to such cold weathers
So I was having a conversation with the Russian monk about how cute I thought the dog was.. and then he mentioned that there was also another doggy located on the premises. He also stated, in somewhat of a matter of fact way that this doggy refuses to listen to anyone, so he remains in prison.... the next morning when we were going on our morning walk, this adorable little wildebeest appeared...... In all his muddy glory, the fast and the furry-ous
James, Silvia, Katharina, Angelica, and myself decided that we wanted to go away for a little weekend excursion so we all agreed upon doing a temple stay. Katharina + Silvia suggested that we go to a nearby temple located in Gwanghwa-Do which is a little island off Seoul..... I think. Anyway, it was about a 2 hour bus ride so we figured that'd be the best choice.... because our other option was a 5hour bus ride away. We traipsed about Sinchon in search of the mysterious and elusive Sinchon bus terminal.. say what? At one point, this little search had me stumbling into a police station on the verge of super giggle fitzgerald(our friend who is very near and dear to our hearts)... Anyway, the terminal was only about 50 meters away from the police station which the policemen pointed out to us, incredulous of the fact that we were too stupid to see it. As always, fucking wae-gooks. Hee hee.
At the terminal, we tried to figure out where exactly we had to go. Katharina had a few names written down on a piece of paper so I tried to ask some official looking passerbys about which bus we should take.... by a stroke of bad luck, we managed to bump into an irate middle-aged man who was content to be in contempt..... he was the type of ahjuhshee(old Korean man) that I've spent the vast majority of my trip in Korea trying to avoid.. He proceeded to yell at us... oops, I mean, speak at an unimaginably loud volume telling us that we were doing all of the wrong things, that we were little pieces of shit that should kill ourselves immediately.. o.k. maybe he wasn't saying all of this but I honestly couldn't even focus on trying to figure whatever the hell it was he WAS saying because I was too busy trying to pretend that I wasn't noticing that he was spitting all over my face with each of his seemingly disdainful and derisive words.... uggggggghhhhhhhh. Is it rude to attempt to wipe the spit off my face right in front of him? Better that than hold up an umbrella to shield myself, right? Fuck nuts. It's funny how despite the language barrier, someone is still able to berate you with such ease. Finally we decide that we didn't want to listen to that ogre and we went to buy our bus tickets. Luckily, that decision paid off as it was a pretty easy trip to our destination.
Sho nough, we made it without a hitch.
We were greeted by a little monk of Vietnamese descent who spoke absolutely no English or Korean... and Phillip.. who was our German friend for the weekend. Well, he was James' German friend since they were bunkmates. As soon as we got there, we put on some ridiculously cool monk clothes.. the clothes that we'd remain in all weekend... We looked silly and therefore, laughed ourselves silly... at the sight of each other and at the sight of ourselves... hells yes. Anyway, we were then introduced to the Russian monk who would end up being our mentor/guide throughout our stay. We spent most of the day(and all weekend) drinking various types of tea.. including dandelion, green tea, Vietnamese green tea... and I forget what else. Oh man, I'm attempting to write this at 5:30 in the am right now after a loooong night... so we'll see how this goes... so far, so not good. Yikes.
We ate in a tar pit... well, pretty much. The whole area was under construction.. it was pretty nauseating to eat right next to all of the tar... I couldn't stay in there for too long otherwise I'd get a headache..... boo. So we were exhausted by 7pm and couldn't wait to go to bed like the lamers we are.. we quickly fell asleep until we awoke 2 hours later because the undeulbang(heated floors) was roasting our asses. It was a hot shhhhweaty mess. We stayed awake for a bit, had a brief encounter with giggle fitzgerald, and then attempted to sleep again because we would have a 3am wake up call. Holy shit, I usually don't even sleep before then... anyway, we woke up, went to the temple and did the 108 prostrations. I have no idea how I completed them all.. it definitely got a bit painful after a while but I think that if I stopped, I wouldn't have been able to start again. anyway, I'm going to just add anecdotes to the pictures because I'm getting too lazy and forgetful... wuhoot!
apparently gollum is serving us up some tea....
I can has cheezburger?
Before she found out about the "no snacking" policy...
the assembly line
a quite literal interpretation of a lotus lantern..
mad chillin'
the meditation room.....
all we seemed to want to do is sleep.... 
the space between...
the little Vietnamese monk was extremely into composing family friendly/picture perfect shots for us.. so he plopped one of the German girls down on one of the statues and then stuck the muddy little beast into her hands.. which she held him at arms length away.. because he was so muddy and beastlike, of course. 
the poor monk from Sri Lanka was freezing because he's not used to such cold weathers
So I was having a conversation with the Russian monk about how cute I thought the dog was.. and then he mentioned that there was also another doggy located on the premises. He also stated, in somewhat of a matter of fact way that this doggy refuses to listen to anyone, so he remains in prison.... the next morning when we were going on our morning walk, this adorable little wildebeest appeared...... In all his muddy glory, the fast and the furry-ous
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