snowmiser

sunday morning in bangkok. ok ok -- afternoon. what's the difference it's fucking morning to me. and yes I am hungover but in a good hungover way (as opposed, for any dense folks, to a bad hungover way). i've been on the road by myself for more than two weeks now, and frankly enjoying the time. i'm a solo act when it comes to traveling....
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Just another Bangkok Saturday night. I can barely type because Im drunk off my ass. Should I be posting a blog right now? Hell no. but fuck it. i am inspired by the "if you want blood" girl.

So I guess Ive more than made up for my sober-as-fuck Friday night in dubai. No more details forthcoming, but Im not in jail and all is...
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File this under what the fuck was I thinking (its becoming a thick file). Going to Dubai in the middle of Ramadan was never going to work out according to plan. Normally, Dubai is my safety valve if I need to get out of India and all other options are exhausted. The last flight to Singapore is 9am, Bangkok 2pm, Colombo 4pm. So my only...
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india, india, india. again again. i spend more time here than any other country, but you never really get used to the place. the four year old kid knocking on your car window isn't something that ever becomes routine. even for the hundredth time.....

anyway, not only am i here again but my well-laid plans to get out of here quickly have been thwarted as...
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8 hours on a the ground in new york. i didn't even have time to go home to dump my crap and pick up new clothes. instead i jumped a flight to amsterdam at 6pm and am sitting in the lounge at schipol pounding crappy coffee and listening to a bunch of blondes from california recap their luxurious trip to kenya. they apparently were especially...
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i gave up my aisle seat on the flight to Sao Paulo so that two nuns could sit next to each other. I think that means i am going to heaven. Score!!!

having a beer at the Sao Paulo airport. this isn't how this day was supposed to go, but who's complaining -- devassa isn't the worst beer on the planet (that would be qulimes), and in the end i'm going to make it to brasilia tonight. 7 hours late, but no worse for the wear......

i overslept my flight this morning. hardly a surprise - it...
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its a lazy saturday morning in Buenos Aires. I thought i had it all planned out -- get up early, run around along the river, go to tattoo america (the concensus pick it seems) and work on my project. now its 11 am and putting on a pair of socks seems to entail a level of effort above what i have in mind.

now i'm...
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In Buenos aires. For some reason I always struggle with this city it just doesnt seem to want to cooperate. Santiago is like home for me. Like I know every little piece of it and can do whatever I want. BA seems to always be waiting to kick me in the teeth for the smallest of reasons.

Today was a work day, but tomorrow around...
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