“Clementine: What are you? NUTS?
Joel: It’s been suggested.”
(Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)

There’s Matt and Carly, the Israeli horde, and the two-ladyboys-and-two-lesbian bunch(AKA - ‘weird bunch’). That’s the people I now know from my bus ride from Vientiane to VangViang. The Israeli group was sitting between the weird bunch at the back of the bus and me at the middle. I soon adopted my secret non-Israeli identity and eavesdropped on the group the whole way. It was funny and embarrassing at the same time and I was praying to god that no one understands anything they were saying or associating me with them. They went on and on about their latest Bangkok fuck-fest with some Thai ladies, showing nude pictures …

Ooooo, much better. It’s gorgeous here, reminds me of Pai-Thailand.

Spent some time with British folks, and going tubbing/rafting on the river tomorrow. Categories :b-laos b-vangviang

“Larry: I know who you are. I love you. I love everything about you that hurts.”
(”Closer”)

It’s such a big title for such a small person. In heart, I’ve begun to take matters into the next stage, the good Israeli that I am, looking ahead. For some reason, the concept gave me the creeps, so it was either one of two ways - take in a big dive and go for it, or make it more familiar and comfortable. The first offers the fast lane, the second has the big “no risk, no risk” up on it, though whenever this is concerned there is always risk involved. Maybe not risk, more of a rush.

Well hidden, off Bangkok’s Chinatown, was this monumental …

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Sitting down at some authentic Thai dirthouse down the Khaosan Road I was trying to get wasted. It’s not a hard thing to do lately, since I now semiknow how my body works and how much alcohol should be perfectly blended into my blood vain to produce the exact saught sensation. I’ve found that a big Singha along with a very spicy meal does good things to the soul. New day tomorrow… And it’s Bangkok…

Sunday morning. Everything should be closed, but there’s a big Weekend Market that should be going on somewhere in town. I go down to the local convenience store to get something to drink where I meet an early-waker young true-sensational German-beauty - Jasmine (Wish I had …

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Is this it? Is this the world infamous notorious jiffy KhawaSon Road? God, I expected worse/better, god knows I’ve seen much worse/better. It’s just a street…

Yeah, I’m at Bangkok. It’s time I get here, right? Over a month of touring the islands has reached a point where I need something different. So, a last minute felt-like-it flight by Bangkok Airways from Phuket to Bangkok (1950b), a bus to Osi’s recommended Rambuttri Village Inn (clean place, yucki people, but it could just be the common thing here). Walking these tiny streets I was amazed to see my whole built up fantasy of what this place is shattering into small bits. I might be running ahead of myself, but I guess I …

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Disneyworld on ecstasy. Men with horrified looks, women screaming and shouting, babies crying. A total anarchy and only one crazy person laughing in the background. Can’t help it, extreme conditions seem to lift off some of my held-back deep-rooted social-barriers. It just seems so ironic. It’s like a rollercoaster joyride that you just know how it’s going to end but you’re still totally terrified. Only this is the real deal. It’s my second time, and it doesn’t seem to get any easier, only funnier.

It starts off with the terrible monsoons that wake you up at night. It’s not only that the noise is terrible, it’s no longer about the bungalow that’s about to break off the wind, it’s that the …