got an hour and nineteen minutes until we go on a backpacker's pub crawl. into the town area of surfer's paradise. i'm excited. feels like i haven't met or even made brief exchange with anybody new in almost a week. normally, this wouldn't bother me.
6.42am back home, 3.42pm here. still need to get used to this. i'm so tired all the time.
so quite a few of my friends and even some of my family have asked me to stop writing about who i am and what i'm thinking. but rather, where i am and what i'm doing. makes sense to me. sorry for being weird and having a pop at the creative. *insert first smiley face in carter's blogging history* this smiley is both apologetic and simple. simpletic, if you like. so take it with you. everywhere.
:)
as it goes, i've got a bunch of handwritten accounts in my satchel. my satchel. a satchel. yeah, i got a satchel instead of a backpack. satchel. so i'm gonna try and type them up on here while i have some time to kill/internet access. if the latter isn't about, i'll type them on notepad and just C & P their black arses. most of the dates and locations will actually be fairly accurate. some of it's still a little too thoughtful by my standards, but it's what i got down at the time, so i'll be true to you. enjoy!
also, if anyone's reading, i am really starting to get excited about the world cup. but in a strange way, kinda upset that i won't be back home for it. goes both ways, i guess. so please do this for me - http://www.facebook.com/ThinkCabanga - it's awesome.
anyway.
april 30th 2010 - bangkok, thailand 9.00pm
we were at a muay thai event in this awesome stadium just outside all the red-shirt trouble streets surrounded by the bamboo and tyre walls. the taxi driver opens our windows as we drive past, the sounds of stamping and chanting were far from inviting. and despite the peaceful motive of which the protest was built behind, i was horrified. got my camera out. done. drive.
he forgot to put the windows back up. felt the need to remind him.
we got there a good hour early and therefore had time to work our way through the 'wheelbarrow' bar menu. the beers are good, aside the singha beer (nightmare beer, avoid it), this had been a nice experience for us both. we were then given our tickets. i noticed they were VIP. this night was going to hot up, whether we liked it or not.
they seem to have isolated us whites from the locals. i didn't know why, but i would soon realise it was because they get massively rowdy and also appeared to be making sly bets with one another. the fighters came out and it all seemed very respectable. the fighters danced to some cultural delight and they then disrobed and got at it. awesome? the first punch was thrown. and, for me, everything changed. i started to take in the surroundings - the sights, the sounds. each subtlety seemed to tone down my enjoyment of the situation. and like some sort of paint-removing rain cloud was hanging above, the colours of the occasion turned to greys.
if i was in the other corner - armed with only the closest possible male relatives; swimming through a stream of motivation. rising to the bate of provocation and aggressive encouragement. would i act the same knowing that my opponent was fueled with the very same forms of desire, passion, and ache?
i'm glad i'm an eastern western. this whole thing seemed staged and money-hungry. they claim that this is the most artful and respectful form of combat. i don't know.
like most anything, the beers and banter made it a good night. small shame we were sat in a box full of loud americans baiting the young fighters. big shame that we seemed to encounter them everywhere in this region of the world. the girls redeem. though they're probably canadian.
may 4th 2010 - koh samui, thailand 6.45pm.
we decided to go for a walk along the beach just before it got dark. i have no idea why we did this. i think oli wanted some food and i was up for a walk along the coast. either way, this marked the first time we 'fell out'. yeps. it was bound to happen, anyways, and there was kind of a waiting feel about it. writing this a month later, i'm very aware that worse has happened.
so oli got some food and i had too many pepsis. it got dark, we got lost. we got annoyed. walking along that beach, all burnt, covered in sweat and sand with no idea where we were was highly irritating, exhausting and painful. it didn't have to happen, i think that's what annoyed me most. that, coupled with the fact that the speed he was walking at seemed nothing half of determined. plus the fact that i annoy easily. plus-plus the fact that i was burnt all over and had cut-up feet lead to our first fall out. i was pretty mean.
we got back, wrote a rap and forgot about it. here it is;
my man od's gunna hit you with the words
cause when it comes to singin'
i don't gots no verse
but when the beat slows down
and the bass turns up
carters gonna kick it wit ya
til this joint is long-past shut
all killer, no filler, no fuckin' around
watch out ladies, od's in town.
gorgeous girls, in koh samui (they call it koh samui)
rocking my world, in koh samui (seriously, they D)
more of these will come, and the rap will surely develop, but i'm gonna go now because i've blogged a lot today. a load, in fact. and there's a bird that kind of looks like a dangerous seagull with a longer, sharper, darker beak walking around by my bare feet. and, if swans can kill...
laters.
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