So last week’s cold wave is over. It’s back to the same temperature it has always been. 28 C in the morning, 34 C in the afternoon inland.
The wind, however, has picked up, licking the top of the swells into white caps.
In my last post I neglected to mention that when Justin and [...]
Posts from ‘November, 2009’
White caps
And so they go
Two weeks ago, it was hot. Very hot. 42 C hot. That’s 108 F for those of you playing along at home. Justin was lucky enough to arrive right on the tail end of that little post-rainy-season-pre-cold-season heat wave.
Last week, there was a Thunderstorm intense enough to rival some of the [...]
One pissed off monkey
Justin, a friend from College, arrived last week. He got a bunch of airline miles from his parents and used that and my standing offer for a free couch to jump on a plane and come over here.
Sunday we headed over to Khao Kheow.
It remains a fascinating place to go. It’s so absolutely [...]
A week and some odd ago, I said Good Afternoon
It was to a man in an elevator.
He started a bit, replied in kind, then guessed, “American?”
“Yep,” I responded and took a stab myself, “British?”
“Yes.”
Turns out his girlfriend is Bulgarian and they’re great people. We’ve met for food and or drinks several times and, amidst bickering over who invented what and whether you walk [...]
goh, go. Aw, awa, awaye, away. Go Away.
He was sitting on a bench near a large pond in a very pleasant park in Guangzhou. He had a scroll looking piece of paper and was practicing his English, although the phrase he was practicing wasn’t very friendly.
As I got closer he looked up at me and very carefully said, “Hello.”
“Hello” I [...]
home
It’s 2:30 am. I’m back from China.
This job has incredible opportunities, but the stress can get crazy. More on that later, work tomorrow.
If you’re never lost, how could you ever find yourself?
Tap.
Turn.
Tap.
Beep Beep Beep Beep.
. . .
Tap.
Turn.
Tap.
Beep Beep Beep Beep.
. . .
arrrrgh.
I’ve had terrible luck with RFID keys for hotel doors. In theory, they should be incredibly simple. You tap the card to the space above the door, turn the handle, tap it again. Tap, turn, tap. Voila, unlocked.
In actuality, every time [...]
I can see your
China.
The flight here was Quad-lingual. It was an EgyptAir flight from Bangkok to Guangzhou (Canton). Every announcement was in Arabic, Thai, Chinese, and English. The man sitting next to me spoke barely any English and appeared to read less. He handed me his passport and immigration card and said, “please.” [...]