96 Hours In

Okay, so back to the ongoing story. Crossing from Malaysia into Thailand was fairly simple, get out, get stamped, drive 50 meters, get out, get stamped, back on the road. My first impression of Thailand was not so great, driving from the border to Hat Yai the landscape was more of the same. Mosques & Trees & Roadside shops. The only real noticable difference was the written language on the signs. As usual, we arrived in Hat Yai only to be ushered into another travel agency. As we were buying our tickets, I turned around to see a man walking a baby elephant asking anyone who would listen if they wanted to "feed the elephant" He was holding huge bag of peanuts..... Next came the overpriced super-sketchy bus to Phuket. We got on the minibus for the 6 hour ride thinking it would be no problem. At first it wasnt. Then we stopped in the middle of the night at some crossroads and were usherded onto a different minibus while some of th eother passengers continued with the original bus. Certain death of course. It was at least still comfortable on the way to my doom until the driver picked up five drunk kids who were practically sitting on top of me reeking of smoke and booze. Mmmm. Finally after what seemed much longer than six hours we arrived to meet pickup driver to take us to Patong or Kata Beaches. Unfortunatly Matt and I both hadn't eaten since breakfast around 9:00 AM and it was closing in on 1:00 AM. As soon as we got off the bus Matt stormed off in another fit, this time for food. While the driver and rest of the tired passengers stared and waited for us/him. A descion was made, they left and after more lameness, we found a hotel and I passed out while he went to get some noodles.

Day 2/3 in Thailand.

As soon as we woke it was off to another guesthouse.
This one much nicer and we even had three beds! Phuket Town was a fairly mellow place, but really just seemed like every other big town we'd been too. 7-11's galore and just like every other country wed been to tons of energy drinks. Those in the picture are just a handful of the liqiud speed. After two days of boredom and drinking on the streets, we finally hit the beach. Altough we did go to a bar with a killer cover band, that even played a Jewish tune, signifying we were out of Allahs grasp. We got a really nice place in the Tsunami ravaged area of the island. TV.AC.Pool.Hot Shower. Really cheap and next the beach. Even though we wanted a different beach our driver took us there. They get comission for bringing folks, you get real used to that scam!
The first day was spent beach side and wandering up and down the strip looking for decent food. The main strip of Karon Beach is obviously still recovering. Every where you go the smell and sounds of construction linger. Many building fronts are brand new and even more are badly damaged. The island of Phuket was hit pretty bad. Unfortunatly due to this everything was marked up, and rightfully so. The place was deserted, and there were still tons of shops and resertaunts open. All trying hard for those few baht around. Of course Patong beach is another story.

Five Hours In Patong

Which is where we decided to take a truck to later that night. Hit hard as well Patong seems to have more of the money (read = package tourists or old white dudes looking for teen-lovin') so things were already back to normal. You could even buy DVD of Tsunami footage. The place was packed with package tourist families and dirty old men looking for young girls and boys. As we walked up and down it was strange to see the tourists and their children mingling with the prostitutes and the men oogglling them. Of course there were very few children where we ventured. The guidebook said " Patong is place you dont want to take your children after dark" or something to that effect. Thats an understatement. Nothing could prepare us for the barage of alcohol fueled debauchery we witnessed. Its amazing how you can be amazed, turned on,intrigued, and complelety disgusted with yourself, the world and all those surrounding you at the same time. Or is it ? Just in order to cope with the chaos we had to have two beers. As we walked up the main road staring at the madness ensuing down the 15 or so Soi's (read= alley of go-go bars) we finally ventured down one of the milder ones. Of course we were still acousted by just about every girls on the alley. "Come drink Mister" "You want Boom-Boom ?" Hey handsome", "I love you" and other one liners which so easily dupe even the most uncorruptable of souls. After walking down the mellow one we decide to get one more beer and make our way to the main Soi. You know the one with lady-boys dancing on pole at the entrance. One thing must be said, drinks at Go-Go bars are not cheap. You pay for the company, which in most cases you want nothing to do with. Which makes the fact that you can walk around with drinks key, you walk in to the 7-11 buy a beer at 1/3 of the price of any bar and keep mingling. Of course while your mingling on the main road at safe distance form the bars, you are accousted by aggressive guys in hats grabing your arm or shirt wanting to take you to "Ping Pong Show". But wait theres more. Besides Ping-pong, at this magical show there will be: Darts, Ballons, Smoking Cigarettes, Razors, Motorcylces, Mirrors and Even Letter writing. And im quite sure I missed some other amazing things women can do without any of their appendages. All for free. Of course anything in Thailand that is free isnt.

Okay so we diecide to walk in to the main Soi, preparing ourselves for the rampant grabbing and flirting. We made it to the end only to find what we had really been looking for all along. Lurking in the midst of electro-pop and Thai ballads were the soothing sounds of Bob Marley's "Catch a Fire" eminating from the "Reggae Bar". Heaven in the midst of hell.
The place is full of Thai Rastas, if their is such a thing, and they all give me the obligatory Black Panther style fist to the heart hand gesture, which is mandatory amongst people who think their "Rastas" becasue they have dreadlocks and smoke. We buy a beer. Only one thing missing from a group of dreadies. Ganja. After the first beer, we slowly gather the courage to ask. Of course after much deliberation and me telling my Thai twin in the picture how great it is in California, he says its better here and gives us the most expensive, worst looking,
and least amount of ganja i've ever bought. But, hey that part of the fun ehhh ? They then proceed to tell us we cant smoke at the bar we'd better go back to our room. But we have to walk through the pits of hell before retuning to our smoker frienldy air-coned, cable T.V. having sanctuary. On our way out we decide to have one beer and observe the madeness up close. .To our suprise we arent bothered at all by the throngs of girls. In fact we have to walk to the bar to get our beer and pay our bill. We must look as cheap as we really are. Or it could be my beard and Matts "Dirty Sanchez" look he has grown into. As we our sitting in the heart of this maddness an announcer is shouting in Thai every 15 minutes numbers for all sorts of prizes. As soon as he speaks the girls all drop what or who their doing and check their tickets. After one of these I notice a bunch of girls bothering an middle aged man to get up on the pole next to us. He eventually does, but somethimng else catches my eye. The hundred or more eggs I notice an older lady putting on 8 plates. Next thing I know the announcer is right next to me, and four really, really drunk guys are hovering over plates of hard boiled eggs. All the girls swarm around laughing and taking pictures, spilling their drinks on me and even stepping in front of me to get a better view. Needless to say the next few minutes were utterly disgusting, as the man who was dancing on the pole earlier won both the pilimanary and the finals. To show how macho he was he even ate the other guys unfinished eggs. With eggs in his mustache and allover his face and shirt, he jumped up proclaming his victory as "Hugo the Egg Eating Whore Conquering German (Or Texan I havent decided)". Not really, but definelty more so the less. He was pretty darm happy like he had just won the World Series and was about to say "Im going to Dinsneyland". Of course he wasnt, the fat drunken bastartd was usherds out to get his prized, which he probably ended up blowing at the bar or on some 18 year old anyway. Whew.. .. So as you can imagine we had to leave, it was still early and if thats the kinda shit that happens around 12:30, i dont want to know what goes on at 2:00. After a fruitless mission to find a cheap way home, we paid our cash and returned to our room and stared at the T.V through a smokey haze. It wasnt that bad, but as usual we had 96 channels and there still wasn't shit to watch.

Up next: The Islands, Better Ganja, More Tsunami Stories and Matts Late Night Encounter with "Katuay". Until then - Z

A little history.....

Today, as with the last few days have been a mixture of heaven and hell. The bus ride from Bangkok to Angkor Wat in Cambodia is a fine example of hell. The Temples themselves are awe inspring. The horrors of the Killing Fields and of S-21 were an even darker glimpse into the destruction and depravity that human beings are capable of. I was walking on bones of the dead today. Teeth, femurs, skulls, all intertwined with cloth, dirt and grass. They weren't too noticeable at first, until a young child hoping for some cash said "Theres bone over here Mister!". After that it was hard to walk anywhere without noticing fragments, teeth, and cloth.
For those of you who havent the slightest notion of those two places, I will elaborate briefly. Cambodia has had a ruff time over the years. After 5 years of civil war (not to metion the US's kindness during Vietnam)the Khmer Rouge took control on April 17 1975. Basically they pushed all the people out of cities into the countryside to work camps. Those who had worked for the previous Government were eventually interrogated and usually killed. More then less. To not waste bullets, beatings seemed the norm. S-21 was the place where prisoners were brought to be interrogated and tortured, while their bodies were dumped in the Killing Fields. Although they were killed and tortured there too. It would seem that under the ideals of Khmer Rouge Communism, those with a blank slate are much better for the next step. Anyone corrupted with education was obvioulsy not a blank slate, and scheduled for reeducation. For this reason, people from the counrty and young kids were to be the sucessors of the regime. More like pawns. For while those at the top, many educated and teachers themsleves, reaped the harvest the masses suffered long hours with little comforts in the fields under constant fear of being sent away. Thankfully Vietnam stepped in in 1979 to subdue the Khmer Rouge. Unfourtualey for the people of Cambodia, it was very late. At worst estimates are 3,000,000 dead at best 700,000. Either way, way too many. The poverty here is by far the worst i've seen in my travels as of yet. The elderly are few but the young are many, which i hope means that the current generations will learn and flourish like wildflowers of peace from the ashes of hell so many experienced. If i could only give to every reaching hand.... -Z

I love t-shirts.

I found this on a random blog, couldnt resist. The guys said his 2nd grade student was wearing it. I wonder if this shit would fly back home ? - Z

Malaysia: More or Less. ....

Thailand is amazing! Did I alreaady say that? Im currently sitting in yet another shitty internet cafe on the infamous Koh San Road in Bangkok. The last three nights have been complete saturation. The first night gawking at the GO-GO bars of Patpong , while the last two nights were spent wandering up and down Koh San Road, beer in hand. Interesting times, hell i even got frisked by the police one night! But alas, thats another story, youll have to wait to hear about that one.

Okay, so last i wrote, i was boarding a bus to Kuala Lumpor. Of course the bus was leaving but we had to wait for some lagging girls to get on. Well it turns out that those girls just happen to be the girls that Matt had partied with a few nights earlier. Im his underwear at four in the morning on Tioman! So of course the conversation begins and lasts most of the six-hour ride. Turns out two of the three worked for the JET program teaching english in Japan and lived on Kyushu. At the time i was planning on meeting Naomi's family there, so my talking dealt mostly with Japan:
Costs, trains, hotels, $$$, JET etc. It also turned out that one of them had been to Kuala Lumpor a few times and knew the town and places to stay. Sweet. Upon arrival we hitched a cab to thier recommended place, which turned out to be full. Drats. We eventually found one down the street and decide meet up for dinner later. Our place was really nice guesthouse., DVD player, A/C dorms, clean bath etc. Ken, the owner was awesome too, helping us out with everything. The only downfall was the that damn Sikh who though the owned the internet. I mentioned him in an earlier blog. That night we all wandered around, first for food , then for a decent bad. For the food we found a killer vegetarian Indian place where we were treated like royalty. (I think all the Indian men just liked the white girls!) We werent so lucky with the bar.
They were all very posh and very, very expensive. Being a Mulsim coutry drinking is about as popular as Goerge W. so they hike up the prices for those who disobey Allahs commands. Anyways, we wandered everywhere to no avail we finally split paths and went [back home to watch I <3 Huckabees. Much to Matts content.


The next day was all sight seeing. Had some horribble Indian food for breakfast and went to the Towers. Actually the mall first, then the towers. We didnt go up, because you have to arrive at like 7:00AM to get tickets and you only get to go to the bridge.
There was a really cool park n fornt of the towers with a huge mosque and fountian you could run around in on hot days. And damn it was hot, it felt so good putting my fewet in the water.... Next up the Communcations tower. Pretty expensive to get up, but a awesome view and informative audio tour of the city. On the way out theres a free show with singing and male and female dancers jumping around. Its cool for about 7 minutes, 10 tops. Exiting we saw a minutature Tower and we couldnt resist the photo op. We had been walking everywhere and were quite sick of it by now so we went back home, ate, grabbed a few beers and procceded to Chinatown. Crazy. People selling shit everywhere. I eneded up in some backroom going through thousands of burned DVD's. Got some good ones too! Lets just hope they work. The next day we planned on leaving but our bus didnt leave until late,so we went to Batu caves first. The Batu Caves are a sacdred Hindu sight and attract throngs of people in Jan-Feb during some crazy festival.
People wlak from far away pierced with huge needles and with stuff hanging from their bodies. Crazy. Then they walk up the 200 or so steps to get there. The caves themselves were pretty cool as was the taxi ride over with some guy who told us so many stories in the traffic; his kids, his job, his life, K.L etc. Upon arrival monkeys where everywhere fighting, fucking and eating the offerings in front of the crazy colorful Hindu dioramas. We just sat around a while and watched the mokeys fight. They are amazinigly entertaining. Back to the Guesthouse and off to Panang.




Panang was supposed to be another entertaining isalnd with decent beaches and a happening nightlife. Not so true, but we didnt venture very far either. We arrived in Panang after a series of actually helpful ordeals around 11:00PM. We missed our bus stop in Pannag and ended up on the mainland in Butterworth. Matts raging about the bus driver not telling us or letting us off, when someone tells us theres a ferry leaving every hour. Sweet. On the ferry we meet our first Americans, Californians even. Nice guys, Sam and Matt (?). According to them this was the ferry was the best way to town, not the stop we had missed. He was right as it turned out. Cause it dropped us off close to town. But they had an intersting story all their own. Apperently they were coming form Indonesia as well. they even stopped in Bandung where they were drugged and robbed. Yup, drugged and robbed! Apperently some people in their hotel invited them earlier that day for a birthday party., when they showed up later they drank for a while until one of them started to feel funny, he actually went and locked himself in their room, but when he woke up with a bad headache he saw his friend on the floor and everything of value was gone. Shitty story. I knew Bandung was a shady palce.


So we exit the ferry and they tell us of a cool palce, which we never found. After endless walking in the rain we found a shithole, and got more horrible Malaysian food. the next day we decided to check out the town. It was just another tourist city. Same-Same. Had no vibe at all. We changed hotels to a really nice place that played 80's music all the time which was cheaper and better. The only cool thing we did was take a taxi to Panang Hill. This is the beginning of an interesting story. So were at the top of this hill that took hours to get to by tram and Matt notices a guy with a Asian girl on his arm and a L.V. bag on the other. We chuckle "does L.V. make male handbags?" or something to that effect and comment on his "girlfriend". Well it turns out it was his girlfriend and his bag. He was from England, John B. and his girlfriend, Poam, he meet in Ko Samui were travling all over for a few months. They were really cool and friendly people telling us some good spots to go to in thailand. They were even cooler the next time we saw them , but once again thats another story. That night we went out but as with many night of going out, it wasnt that great at first. In fact we were sick off the bars and went for one last beer at a place palying oldies reall oud. There was only two other customers and they were "pissed". Putting on jackets and dancing around. We left when they played "Hit the Road Jack" about eight times. We got the hint. Nice tactic for closing a bar! As we left we met the owner, a young kid named Alex, who proceeded to show us a great time by kicking our asses at every bargame imagineable, while constantly telling Matt that "You like ladyboy!!". Good times with him at at least three diferent bars, until we finally called it a night. We deceide to leave the next day and head to Thailand. Oh yeah that mosque looking picture. Its actually the police station. Ahhh Muslim countries. I acutally miss the five calls to prayer everyday in Indo and Malaysia no that i think about it. Up next Thailand, beaches, beer, bammer,etc.

English ! Then Back to Bahasa Unfinished

Arrving in Singapore was a shock to the system. Clean, Easy, Expensive, Toilets with Paper! Not to metion we were running on no sleep. As we entered the Airport we asked around for internet acess in broken english and pointing," Umm, Do... you know ..internet ?" Worker replies " Oh yeah, there is free internet all over, the closet one is right next to the cafe over there" "Salemat..... umm THanks" We both say, coming to the realization that most people in Singapore speak English. No more Bahasa till Malaysia. We rush over to the free internet. Free internet, hell it even costs money at LAX, ONT, SF etc. I like this place. Im looking specifically for an email from Peter,
my cousin Jessicas (Yescas) boyfriend. Hes had also been traveling around Indonesia, but on a boat. According to his, last email he was to be in Singapore the day before and we were to meet up with him. But alas, as always with Peter, things never go as planned. THe new email informned me that he had a little trouble with immigration and was going to be detained. He apperantly was detained but then he wooed the guards so much he ended up partying with them and playing music for them at asome event. Soooo to make a long story short he was to arrive two days later. As for us we headed straight to the Little India district of Singapore. The public transport in Singapore is excellent so we arrived in no time via the MRT. As we ascended from the subway into the light we were overwhelmed with, well Indian people. Lots of them, and Indian resturaunts everywhere. More on those later. We ended up staying in some backpackers hostel called "Price of Wales" for 16$S a night for a dorm bed.
Live music, free beer at checkin. Not Bad. Mind you we were both quite spacey from the night before in Jakarta, so Matt passed out and i did the blog thing. Of course before passing out we had our first taste of bliss. Famous Curry, had a veggie plate for 2.50 S$. Expensive housing, but dirt cheap food. I dont think i used utensils in Little India at all.(My hands smelled like curry for a week)The area was bustling and booming for it was Friday night and there was even a local band playing at our hostel bar. Dinner found us eating even more good food at a vegetarian restaruant. Walkled around took a really cool picture of a mosque (blue pic) and came back to drink our free beer and listen to local Singapore bands play Iggy Popish music while dressed like Bootsy COllins. After that fell asleep to the abrasive sounds of house music.

The next morning I remembered what happend when you eat Indian food all the time. You go to the bathroom, alot. Hell at least the bathrooms are clean in Sinagpore! After wandering the most sterile market ive ever seem, we decide to go get some new books and try to find an Apple store so i could put more music on my Ipod. Enter Orchard street. The shopping district of Singapore. Name brands galore, and real too. You could tell that from the price. These guys in the picture were having a standing contest, helmets just in case. Prettty scary huh? We wandered book stores to no avail and the Apple stores would'nt let me becasue of copyright laws. Cant i just pay some one off.
Oh wait this is Singapore, laws actually matter here. We did find a really cool place for sunset viewing at the top of the Mnadarin Hotel. Of course you have to be dressed nice to get in, but they let us look at least. Back to home base, found the dream food. Onion Rava Masala. Best food ever, a huge thin doughy onion and pepper pancake filled with potato and veggie curry. Mmmmm im drooling just thinking about it. Shoulda got a pic of that. Whoops. That night we were'nt so lucky, we wandered all the way to a bar area (CHJIMES)that was really expensive and completly dead. I thought about having a drink, but Matt couldnt cover the 12S$ for a beer. Oh well. Back to crappy music at the Price of Wales.


Day 3 in Singapore. The Plan: Got to Botanical Gardens, Eat in Chintatown and Pick up Peter at the airport. Botanical Gardens didnt happen, but the bus ride trying to find it was cool. Food in Chinatown, was good but not worth the money. Definelty sticking to Indian food, regardless of the consequences. Being way too early we ended up sitting at the airport, with Matt hoping Peter would want to leave this money trap as soon as possible. Enter Peter. Super stoked to see the guy and was super stoked to see him go. The next three days were excellent. Peter arrived we all went to back to the Hostel. Drinks, more Masala, shots even. Good stories, good coversations , good times. Hell we even wandeered around Little India drinkng beers. Matt even pissed on the sidewalk. I wonder what the fine for that is ???.....Good night overall, but that damn Tiger beer is the worst beer ive had so far. ....


Day 4. . The Plan:
To leave Singapore with Peter and head to Tioman Island in Malysia. We showered, shit and shaved (not me)as they say and packed up to leave. We head over to the bus station and to our suprise there was no bus directly to Tioman, at least not until tommorow. Hmmm. One more day in SIngapore.
Matt stares at the ground and shuffles feet, looking for anything but another night in Singapore. . Peter jumps in to say, "Ill pay for your room." Okay. One more night, we leave tommorow. Back to the same hostel, no free beer this time though and really, really bad live music. Highlight of the day: Back to the Mandarin Hotel for Sunset drinks. Killer View.



The next day we woke up too late and had to take a seires of buses rather than the original direct bus. One hour ride out of Singapore to the border where, of course, Peter had more Immigration problems (Read: Losing departure card). Bus drops us off at the first town in Malaysia. Back to the bombardment. Back to the Bahasa. We hire a taxi to take us to the bus station and prepare for the two hour ride. Of course we had to wait two hours for the ride. Chilling in another bus station, but this one had decent juice and some old Indonesian black and white films playing in the background. Four hours later, another town, another travel agency makes all our plans for us. Two nights, and our roundtrip tickets for the trip. After a nice boat ride we make it to the beach just in time for Sundowners. It gets a little blurry from here but ill try. One Carlsberg Special Brew 8.8% was bad enough for me, but those two drank at least 5 or 6 more each. We checked in, and went straight for some food. Not so good. Next more beers, beach and guitar. Next thing were hanging with some locals at a dive shop. No it gets really blurry. More drinks (Not me) back to beach, search for ganja, Matt being really, really depressed after checking email. Hence the "Bad News Email Blues" that took up most of the singing time between JerkOff # 1 and JerkOff # 2. Oh yeah i almost forgot about the extremely annoying New York-Italian-Mobster accent they had been doing for the last two days. Next Peter says "Lets Jump off the Peir" Sure, why not.
We all walk down there and Peter jumps right in. Matt soon follows but is way to drunk to get up the way Peter ahd been going so they end up climbing up some guys boat. Funny. Then they try to throw me in. Bad move on their part. Cause thats where I had enough and went back to pass out. I did, until Matt showed up to pass out too. Then not 5 mintues later Peter storms in the room and literally drags Matt out of bed in his underwear and they mossey off drunkenley together for more fun. Apperantly when they showed up at their final destination Matt announced something like " Hey everybody im in my underwear" To which a large girl said "Have a drink". Hes lucky Peter was there to watch out for him.

The next morning Peter was supposed to leave at 8AM, but as one could guess with his luck, he woke up around 10. Rummaged around screaming looking for his money belt until he realized it was in the pocket where "he never puts anything". Smooth. Back to same spot for breakfast and back to the peir. I actually jumped off this time. (Sidenote: Most people who know me know that i hate getting my hair wet late at night, hence my not jumping of the pier, very girly i know but hey, piss off) Good times overall, and the rest of the day was spent lounging on the beach. I probably would have stayed a few more days on Tioman but the only ATM was two boaty stops down and the ride was about 15 or 20 & to get there and the exchange rate was outrageuous. So wwe deceide to head for Kuala Lumpor. Another big city. Good thing too, cause the next day it started to rain really hard. The boat ride home you couldnt even see out the front window. Arrived to the dock and were rushed to the bus station by some tout, he even took us to the ATM so we could buy tickets form him , nice guy..... Next Up K.L

Enter Georgia Exit Indo

Wow two blogs in one day, bit much I know but I really need to catch up. Im back in Krabi, Thailand after a great couple of days on Hat Ray Lai and a really weird experience just a couple of hours ago involving a really drunk local, a boat ride , a small village, and a bamboo bong. Super-scketchy. Back to the other story.
Awoke, rushed to a train, only to find it horribly delayed...After god knows how many hours we eventually arrived in Bandung.
Its 9 at night and we have no idea where to stay or go. After much walking and deliberating in a Dunkin Donuts shop we figured out where we were and where we were going. We ended up at "Hotel Surabaya" which still holds up as the weirdest place yet. It was an Old Dutch marine barracks turned into a hotel. If the building itself wasnt weird enough, the throngs of strange loiters were. Who knows if they worked there or what. We wandered around some more until we found food and then promptly passed out. The next day found us farting around even more. The highlight was the fascinating Geological Museum and the huge protest we drove by on our way. Althrough at night we found the downtown and had a few drinks. This was our first real expereince dealing with bar girls. They come up to just wanting "to talk" and then get drinks, hotel, money etc. It was quite distrubing watching all the very old Dutchmen hanging around the young girls. That was only the beginning, wait till i get to Thailand blogs.. After what we though would be our last night of drinking for a while we sleep our last night in Bandung and ready ourselves for Jakarta.

Jakarta. Besides being a huge city, capital of Indonesia etc. is also the current residence of Matts former girlfriend who i have had to hear way, way too much about. So this was a high/low point in the trip. After questioning if we were even going to see her, we got off the train in to the chaos of Jakarta. Took a taxi to where Halim said we could find cheap residence. Unfourtunatly we looked everywhere to no avail. We were a tad peeved with each other at this point, so this definetly did not help matters.
I decided to use the mighty internet to find cheap place by the airport. Matt discovered that Goeogia did want to see him. Hooray. He called and we ran to her work place the Indo Stock Exchange (I think) while she arranged for a hotel for us, much to Matt and my dismay. He would have loved her bed and I would haved loved her couch. She ended up taking us to excatly where we came from and deceided to meet us for dinner and drinks later in the evening. We wandered and ate. Crappy curry. 7:00 pm we head back to her work where we are wisked away to a killer litte Tea House. Gemi-cha, which i miss so much Mrs Stine if your reading, and some fried bananas. Nuce snack but not enough fuel for the night that would ensue.

The dyanmic of the rest of the evening went as such, Matt & Georgia entertaining each other while secretly wanting to just makeout. Yelling, Arguing, Reminising, Critisising, Wanking, Analysing, Lots of Laughing, with the occasional remark, agreeance or opinion from Jesse. The place was cool, people dancing on tables, tons of pools tables, and expensive drinks, smack dab in a huge mall. After closing that palce out, they decide they couldnt leave each other just yet.
So we drove around to what seemed like every club in town but they were all closed. So ends our adventure with Georgia, but sure as hell not Matts constant rambling of her. If only I hadnt said anything about her meeting up with us. Who knows maybe she will ? Yes or No ? Georgia thats a direct question to you!! Unfourntualty our flight was at 8:55 AM and we had to leave the hotel only a few hours after we arrived home. Another one of those crazy travel days. We sat in the airport for way too long unitl our plane arrived, I think it was late as well. I ate a doughnut bought a Rolling Stone. Matt slept on the Plane. I didnt sleep this time, but I thought about eating his food. Next up Singapore, Little India, Peter, Malaysia, Thailand, Me missing Naomi etc.