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Bangkok Birthday Bliss

Friday, November 25th, 2005

The evening improved the moment I sat down to eat in a very atmospheric restaurant in a quiet side-street, illuminated by candles and Christmas lights which were strung onto bushes of bamboo. I sat down and looked dreamily at a flame dancing in a pool of oil in front of me, occasionally streaking the soft breeze with a feint skein of smoke. A glitterball hanging over the entrance surrounded me with slowly spining freckles of light and the waiter set a large, ice-cold Chang beer on the cool stone table at which I was sitting. Dido warbled in the background, I’m 41 years old and life was good.

It got better when I relocated to my ‘local’ down the road, dropping by the guesthouse on the way. Just as I started to climb the stairs, I resolved to try some of the delicacies a woman was pushing along in an illuminated trolley. Rather than go all the way up to my room, I stopped on the first floor, quickly visited the bathroom and practically turned on my heels, rushing back outside with just one thought on my mind: Catch up with bug-lady!
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Bangkok Birthday Blues

Thursday, November 24th, 2005

Not really, but the day got off to a bad start after I could not sleep until 3:30 am (again). So the first thing I did, before even jumping on a bus to the Indonesian embassy, was to relocate to a quiet guesthouse on the Soi Ram Buttri—on the fourth floor. Well, it’s about time I got fit!

Just had a green curry in my favourite local ‘restaurant’, here’s the view:

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The Agent

Wednesday, November 23rd, 2005

If I thought Khao San Road looks nothing like the movies then this is because I was not on Khao San Road, I was around the corner. This is Khao San Road:
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Travel comes from travail. You will hear it said often on this blog. And today, the labour in travel began with me trying to secure a visum for Indonesia.
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I’m off!

Wednesday, November 23rd, 2005

Here’s a tip: when the plane hits turbulence, do not whip the eyemask off your face, open the shutter and stare straight at the sun. I’m lucky to have retained my vision.

The flight was fine—after all the horror stories I had heard about Royal Jordainian, I was pleasantly surprised. I struck double lucky with the check-in staff as well, a window seat on both legs of the journey. See where a winning smile gets you 😉

Best of all, there were no children on board or if there were, they were amazingly quiet. Perhaps they’ve been gagged. The only downside was that the cabin crew was not very forthcoming with the drinking water. Another tip: don’t lace your water bottle with gin, though that’s a moot point when you have a kid banging against your head rest all the way to Bangkok. I emptied my bottle into the sink, arriving thirsty but refreshed.

Reading my current book (‘The Backpacker’ for a cheesy start to the trip) wasn’t exactly encouraging as the character didn’t find a place to stay in Bangkok. Surely not! He ended up sleeeping in a doorway. I’m not tired of living/looking out to be raped or arrested/willing to have all my belongings stolen, so I just resolved to go upmarket, should the same thing happen to me. For the first night certainly, then look again. There’s always some place to stay.

I have to learn how to be a backpacker again. Three months in SE Asia’s greenhouse await.

Oh, and I’m writing this on the Palm.
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One week to go…

Monday, November 14th, 2005

…and travel is sneaking to the forefront of my mind, even though (or perhaps because) I’ve hit a rough spot in my NaNovel. Watching ‘The Two Towers’ yesterday didn’t help. After that piece of storytelling, why bother to learn how to write (lol)? But I guess I can still attempt travel writing.

Which brings me to my sister who picked this morning to call me from the airport (she’s off to Gran Canaria for a week) and tell me about a new waterproof digital camera she wants to give me as a present: The Pentax Optimo WP (5mp). It sounds like the gadget of my dreams. I would love to photo blog. I know, cameras get in the way of the experience, laddi-da, but the idea is to take it with me on special outings just to take pictures and leave it in the depths of my backpack at other times. Take pictures in dripping rain forest and snorkelling on coral reefs and keep it in the damp depths of my backpack, more likely.

Anglers, canoeists and wet-weather trekkers all swear by it. But what will backpackers say? Does it last (there are problems with hardware deterioration and software bugs)? Does it live up to life on the road? (Direct image storage on SD cards in JPEG format is a must–no uploading fancy software! From card to Flickr to Denniblog (for edited, low res images) in one easy session!)

I wish my sister’d been in touch a bit sooner 😉 On the other hand, I would not have been tempted to buy this thing online after my recent experience with Ebay. No thanks! I want to touch it, feel it, look at it before I buy it. So I hope that any of the real shops around here store it. This could be the thing that makes the trip. Here’s to photoblogging, the marriage of photography and journal 🙂

Ten Days to go…

Friday, November 11th, 2005

…and I’m crapping it. Because NaNoWriMo is such a whirl, I’ve hardly gotten around even to think about this trip, let alone hang out on the travel boards, read my ‘Wildlife Guide to SE Asia’ (too heavy to drag along) or book my insurance/accommodation in Bangkok etc. Now I’m experiencing an ominous sense of unease about all this. To top it all, John is away this week and as a result I seem to have lost my appetite—wtf?

It’s ridiculous but it is as well that this has happened because it indicates what an effect this whole venture could have on him. It worries me. We’ll have to talk.

I would be justified in calling the whole thing off. But on the other hand, I think that would be wrong. After NaNo is over, I won’t have a focus any more. If I don’t get this writing thing off the ground (and I still don’t think I can write fiction very well), I will be stuck in this village in the middle of winter and slowly go crazy. That is not a good idea—I speak from experience.

Besides, maybe John is really coming to Bali for two weeks in January. I think he will, but he would never do it if I wasn’t there waiting for him. So what’s stopping me?

Defense Against Vampire Leeches

Saturday, November 5th, 2005

I haven’t gone away—it’s just that I’m rather busy with NaNo at the moment. But yesterday in the pub I met a mate (it was great to see him again!) who’ll be off to SE Asia in January and we had a good time talking travel.
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Jabs!

Tuesday, October 25th, 2005

Gaaaa…I’m sitting in the surgery, waiting for a blood test. I have just handed over 50 quid for a rabies vaccination and my arm is still sore from yesterday’s jabs. The nurse had a glint in her eyes as she went through the list of tropical diseases; it is not something she often gets to do in Tadley.

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Flights booked (!)

Sunday, October 2nd, 2005

It always comes back to Ebookers. So why try anything else? But watch out: they tried to flog me a £180-odd travel insurance policy (for 86 days)!

29th November is sneaking into peak season; an earlier departure is cheaper. So I’m leaving on Monday 21st November (that was a typo; but I don’t think it matters anyway what day of the week you pick for long-haul flights outside weekends), at 16:25 and return Tuesday 14th February at 14:45 with Royal Jordanian (via Amman—never been there, but then airport stopovers don’t count). I have a 6h stopover on my way back ( hope they’ll have showers…), but I got it all for £ 468 inc. taxes and mail, and taxes were £113.

So: Is it a bargain? Eeehh; read these comments and think again!

Never mind, I’ll get to Thailand. And, as a backpacker, I might as well get used to bedbugs, greenhouse temperatures and inadequate loo facilities from the start (I kid you not—read those comments!).

Flights booked (?)

Sunday, October 2nd, 2005

My heart is beating a staccato rhythm. Beads of sweat almost form on my forehead as I stare at the screen (it’s a cold day). My fingers shake as they hover over the keyboard. They haven’t done that in a long time.
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