Small Bangkoks Loosely joined

I’m a mess at the moment. I’m post-jetlagged the way post-modern is post modern. I am deconstructed, non-totalized and without grounding.

In the most quotidian terms: I’m in a combination laundry and internet cafe in Bangkok. I was going to be spending a “leisurely” 1.5 days seeing the city, but that got pared down to .5 when a family emergency cropped up. (Hint: Email from a relative entitled “Everyone is all right” means most definitely that at least one person is not all right.)

I got to this cafe by leaping out of a tricycle taxi at a red light after remembering that tourists shouldn’t take up any offers to be transported somewhere. And there was this cafe: 5 machines, air conditioning enough to cool my sweat but not to stop it, and actually not any laundry in evidence. I’m 75% through a can of Singha beer which may be the best thing I have ever tasted. Also, I haven’t eaten in many many hours. Got a little buzz on, actually. Whoops, 90% through.

100% through. Ok, Halley, yes, we love one another. The whole blogging linkified group of us. And I’m not saying that just because AKMA wrote positively about my book. although I certainly would have said so if it would have gotten him to write positively about my book. It’s true. But let’s just acknowledge it in a manly way and move on.

Speaking of manly moving on’s, my next stop is Bangkok’s red light district. You know me: an insatiable swinger. Oh yes. Then, Saturday night, I’ll be home for a week before heading back to China for two weeks. So. no blogging until Sunday. Try to carry on without me…

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