It's a hard life sitting by the river reading books and listening to music. Not to mention the fruit shakes.
Reading Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson (still) it's good, but very long. I think I'll finish it today, I reccomend it to anyone who wants to read a good adventure story with a bit of mathematics and geekines thrown in. Also has a guide on the perfect way to eat cereal if anyone's interested?
After that I've got Perdido street station by China Mieville. It's a big book too. It's a bit of a fantasy one but it's been compared to Gormenghast so it must be quite good. Amazon quite likes it saying "It's got love, loss, crime, sex, riots, mad scientists, drugs, art, corruption, demons, dreams, obsession, magic, aliens, subversion, torture, dirigibles, romantic outlaws, artificial intelligence, and dangerous cults. " So maybe I'll like it too. After that it's a book of short stories by Robert Olen Butler called "tabloid dreams." The first story is about a waterbed haunted by ghosts from the Titanic so it seems like my cup of tea.
In other amazing news I saw a white dogshit the other day by the side of the road! Unfortunatley I didn't have my camera with me, but I managed to take a blurry picture with my mobile phone, so as soon as I work out how I will post the picture up here. I was very excited and screeched to a stop on my bike to marvel at this blast from the past. Cody didn't really understand my joy at seeing such delights and was a little nonplussed as I photographed it for posterity. I guess in the US white dogshit is still a common occurence?
Whilst riding around the other day we rode through a forest that was on fire, the flames came up to the road on either side, it was like some early 1990's car commercial. All the leaves are off the trees here, not because it's cold but cos it's so dry and rather than sweep them up or leave them the locals set the lot on fire and start again.
All the locals wear ski jackets, balaclavas and scarves here, despite the fact that it's incredibly hot. It's an unnerving experience seeing someone riding around in the middle of the day with a balaclava covering everything except their eyes and mouth. Especially when they stop ominously right by you and stare you down. luckily the guy suddenly cracked a huge smile and pointed to my arm and stuck his thumbs up. Turns out he was just admiring my tattoo!
Umm
Ahh
so
That's it. Back in Chiang Mai on Monday, then Thursday we set out for Laos.