The last 2 days we have done nothing. By 'nothing' I mean 'we sat on a beach, then in a hammock, then swam in the ocean, then took a nap in a hammock, then drank a beer and dozed in the hammock some more, then had something to eat, then had some beer and hung out with some cool people we met, then selpt, and started over again.'
it is cool.
we're off to another beach today that's supposed to be one of the best in Thailand. the guide book actually wrote "the sunsets are orgasmic." so, my expecations are high.
stopped in town just long enough to type this up, then we're hopping on a boat to the beach.
in a couple days we're going to check into a nice resort type place to, like, take a warm shower and get some laundry done and whatnot and I'm hoping that we'll find a place with fast internet to post pictures...but that hasn't been the easiest thing lately, as you know.
anyway, we're getting tanned, very relaxed, and having a wonderfully chill time...
oh, except for the head wounds...apparently a theme has developed with me hitting my head constantly...it started on the ferry, continued on the great wall (as you've seen the reenactment), and last night I gashed my head open on three occasions, twice on low hanging tree branches, and once really brutally on a low door in a bathroom...that one is kinda gross, about two inches by 3/4 of an inch of blood...awesome...the best one though was when i hit my head on Angkor Wat, because I literally ran head first into a large stone temple...the best part is that we actually caught in on video...even though it looks like it hurts, trust me; when you see it, you just may die laughing...
okay, off to catch a boat!
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sounds like a great time. enjoy Thailand and try not to hurt yourself!
Received 13 more boxes from the post office yesterday. All, plus the previous 7 or 8, are happily housed at the storage unit. Here's the poem titled "Live Long and Prosper: Picard is sexy, Warf is hot, Data's studly, Jordy's not, Troy is useless, Riker's a slut, and if you're not a treckie, shove it up your butt!" And there you have it! Your first world-wide-published poem, circa 1994 (approx.) Still living vicariously through my children, head wounds and all. Much love, Mom
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