Goodness Dustin that was the strangest post we've had yet. I would have liked to add some pictures here but the computer says i have to be an administrator to plug anything in.
As close as this place is to Vang Vieng, it makes me feel a little bit better about it because the whole IDEA of being here in the first place is to do some serious vegitating in the sun. Yes, in the sun, in fact yesterday, for the first time in my life, I intentionally lay on a little chair thing in the sun, for the purpose of becoming less white. Of course that's after I used about half a bottle of sunscreen, so not alot really happened, but I can say I did it. I ended up being a real beacon for the ladies wandering the beach offering massages, all they wanted to do was rub their hands all over my beautiful white, white, oh so white skin. I'm glad I made their day.
As close as this place is to Vang Vieng, it makes me feel a little bit better about it because the whole IDEA of being here in the first place is to do some serious vegitating in the sun. Yes, in the sun, in fact yesterday, for the first time in my life, I intentionally lay on a little chair thing in the sun, for the purpose of becoming less white. Of course that's after I used about half a bottle of sunscreen, so not alot really happened, but I can say I did it. I ended up being a real beacon for the ladies wandering the beach offering massages, all they wanted to do was rub their hands all over my beautiful white, white, oh so white skin. I'm glad I made their day.
Anyways, without further adieu, this is why I like when Dustin pays.
He's a bit like an ATM. You know, it's so EASY to take money out when you don't notice your account declining, or at least not until you check your statement/pay him back. But it's still nice, and probably makes me drink more.
I especially like it when Dustin signs into whatever guesthouse we're staying in under his name. That way they've got his passport number, not mine, so that when they catch us stealing towels and beer glasses and tell customs about it, it's him that gets held up. In fact I've generally made a point of using entirely ficticious passport numbers when I do things like rent a bicycle for the day. Not that I'm totally dishonest, but that way if it gets stolen or whatever only my conscience is at stake, not my visa.
But the number one reason that I enjoy letting Dustin pay for things is because I get the biggest kick out of watching him communicate with the locals. Which inevitably happens when he goes to pay for something. Let's face it, the dude talks pretty quickly and doesn't really slow down when he's trying to explain something. Fine with me, but it's totally priceless to see the looks on these poor people's faces when he's trying to explain Queen's frosh customs to a waiter somewhere. Or asking market vendors "Will this break?" when he's about to buy something. Reminds me of Quantum II with Gabe the Babe. There's alot of nodding going on, and everyone seems very happy, but very little understanding is actually acheived. Aaaah, Dusto, how I'll miss that in a few weeks.
So that's it. Feels a bit like the trip's winding down (boohoo!), and in a day or two we'll be heading to Siem Reap to check out the temples of Angkor. Today we're hopefully catching a boat to an island somewhere to do some snorkelling around a reef. Or so we're told. Alot of the boat rides include something they like to call 'Barraccuda BBQ' at the end, which can mean one of two things. Either it's just a name that sounds good, and we'll actually be chowing down to a full sized barraccuda. Which is great, except it means that they're in the water too...
He's a bit like an ATM. You know, it's so EASY to take money out when you don't notice your account declining, or at least not until you check your statement/pay him back. But it's still nice, and probably makes me drink more.
I especially like it when Dustin signs into whatever guesthouse we're staying in under his name. That way they've got his passport number, not mine, so that when they catch us stealing towels and beer glasses and tell customs about it, it's him that gets held up. In fact I've generally made a point of using entirely ficticious passport numbers when I do things like rent a bicycle for the day. Not that I'm totally dishonest, but that way if it gets stolen or whatever only my conscience is at stake, not my visa.
But the number one reason that I enjoy letting Dustin pay for things is because I get the biggest kick out of watching him communicate with the locals. Which inevitably happens when he goes to pay for something. Let's face it, the dude talks pretty quickly and doesn't really slow down when he's trying to explain something. Fine with me, but it's totally priceless to see the looks on these poor people's faces when he's trying to explain Queen's frosh customs to a waiter somewhere. Or asking market vendors "Will this break?" when he's about to buy something. Reminds me of Quantum II with Gabe the Babe. There's alot of nodding going on, and everyone seems very happy, but very little understanding is actually acheived. Aaaah, Dusto, how I'll miss that in a few weeks.
So that's it. Feels a bit like the trip's winding down (boohoo!), and in a day or two we'll be heading to Siem Reap to check out the temples of Angkor. Today we're hopefully catching a boat to an island somewhere to do some snorkelling around a reef. Or so we're told. Alot of the boat rides include something they like to call 'Barraccuda BBQ' at the end, which can mean one of two things. Either it's just a name that sounds good, and we'll actually be chowing down to a full sized barraccuda. Which is great, except it means that they're in the water too...
In other news (dear Tom, Jack and Mike), I have just finished reading my first book. It's called 'Surely You're Joking, Mr. Feynman' and it wasn't very good.
Here's where we're staying"
N 10deg36'23.1"
E 103deg31'16.6"
1 comment:
Didn't like that book? I enjoyed it quite a bit. Props for name-dropping Gabe the Babe in a travel blog! Enjoy the tail end of your travels, and bring me lots of stories for commencement day.
Jack
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