Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Living like Monks

In my last post I mentioned that John and I were leaving Miles to do some soul searching at a Buddhist Monastery up inthe mountains of northern Thailand. We had high hopes a beautiful temple tended by stoic Monks. Rather it ended up being more of a Buddhist spa in a beautiful valley and it was awesome! The Monks were pretty mean though and made us go through there daily routine: 5 hours meditation, and hour of chore work with only two meals a day (I was fine though cuz I still had reserves of cliff bars). John had a great time, he could sit all day long thinking of metal rifts in his head. We only stayed four day though which I'm totally ok with, my back is killing me.

So, we are off again. Chad says Santa does come to Thailand so we are rushing back to Chad's bachelor pad.

Some pics
John and I scoping that tower to climb onThe grounds. Elite buddhist monks also practice clear cutting
This sunset was OK

They tried to make it all Indiana Jones like... pretty sweet but no rides
Juan's life
Our idols
Where I swam
Still sleeping on the hardwood floor, you should see my back man... rock hard. Girlz are gonna dig it!
Leaving. I know I know, we broke down and bought some new shoes. Give us a break our feet hurt




Thursday, December 17, 2009

Jack Kerouac's disciples





We've decided to become contemporary Dharma Bums. We've gone about doing this by adopting something of a contradictory life style. Each morning we get in touch with our spiritual side with yoga, chi gona, meditation, and oolong tea. (Yeah, we're for REELZ). We pass the day with naked group dips in the river (gotta keep John's stench under-control), temple visits, and of course we read - mostly philosophy and sci-fi. But then when evening comes we change our whole identity from enlightened westerners seeking acceptance in a foreign land, to regular western college aged men... so what do we do? We play drinking games!! Mainly we play hearts, where the losers have to shotgun three beers each. Then we go party at the Bamboo Bar.








In other news, John and I got tats. We might now have a disease from the dirty needles they used on us, but it
don matter. John looks funny with his chest hair shaved.
And as always he's pissed. Don't know
what the guys problem is.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

In times past in Pai

We are now 5 strong: I am still the leader followed by Miles, Tom (John's Brother), Ben (Tom's Friend), and lastly John. WE stayed a few days in Bangkok, a few days in Lampang, a few days in Chiang Mai, and now we're in Pai. Five is a large group to handle while traveling but lets be honest, Trey knows how to hold IT DOWN!. Miles and I were doing just fine as a duo. I mean we can talk about anything that comes to mind and you can never get sick of playing WAR, but I have welcomed these three Americans into our gang to spice things up. Plus, they have a guitar.

We're hanging out in this rad jungley mountain village called Pai. It's funny, this place is super touristy but rather than foreign travelers most are Thai or of other Asian nationality. It makes me feel like I run the show and these Thai tourists are invading my space. Its cool though, they are all really nice.

OH, wait, we actually have a sixth companion! I can't believe I almost forgot about him. Bill, this electric water kettle has hung out with us for the last ten days. He's AWESOME, he'll brew us tea, make oatmeal, boil eggs, make saline water for sinus flushes (John's thing, don't ask you don't want to know), and he's even thinking of cooking potatoes. I'm trying to see if he'd give John a bath, it's embarrassing to be around that man let alone travel with him.

Miles carving graffiti into the rock

Our fifth companion Bill

John, no one's stoked he's here

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Loco-poetry

What was today, is now tomorrow
And what was here is soon to be there.
It's as if a dream, as we drift and swirl
as all that matters is that we're with a girl.


LOOK AT ME!