I think every blog post I’ve ever done about Chiang Mai has been at least partly about food… also I’m a dog stalker, as some of you know already.
When Craig and I played music KC was always around. I started to notice that KC really liked certain harmonies. If I played an A or a G chord, she would stretch her neck out and howl a little bit. Like she was singing. The first few times it happened we just laughed and patted her on the head. After a while though, KC’s singing improved and we really started to pay attention…
December was a bit of a wash out. But I’m feeling like my normal self again now. Three days ago, the curtain just lifted. It’s like that. A month of utterly debilitating depression, and then ‘click’… I’m OK again. Eating chilli chocolate probably speeded my recovery a lot…
“I bring to you giddy visions of the delicate and spectacular tendrils of narrative and prose that bind our universal consciousness!”
“What the..? Your claws are kind of hurting my scalp…”
Over the last few years I’ve become a total podcast junky. They are perfect entertainment for a traveller. They range from absurd, to controversial, and intensely intellectual. Here’s my latest list of favorite ear bud bounty…
Delhi is the scariest place I’ve ever been. It felt like the burning edge of the world. When I told Amit how I felt he said something like: “there are the same traps in Delhi as there are in every city in the world. In the west you’re used to having many things veiled. The difference here is that you can see clearly…”
Aside from being a really streamlined and convenient way to find free and friendly places to sleep all over the planet, the Couch Surfing app is also a great way to meet people for a chat, an excursion, a meal, a beverage…
I meet Marlene in the Embassy foyer and take delivery of my beer.
“Do you have a car?” she asks me.
“No. Just this.” I show her my scooter.
“Did you ride this from Scotland” she gasps.
“Not all the way” I reassure her. “I’m a hitchhiker.”
Marlene stares at me, wide eyed.
“You hitchhiked from Scotland?”
“Most of the way, yeah. All across Europe.”
“Aren’t you exhausted?”
“I could use a beer…”
There’s a lot more to Goa than beach resorts and cheap restaurants. I keep meeting people here who are creative and thinking outside the box. Hippies, filmmakers, slam poets, musicians, artists, expat’s – Goa definitely has diversity. And really cool street dogs…