With your feet in the air

---

So I realise I'm a bit behind on the blog, but in the immortal words of the Pixies: "Where is my mind?". I'm having trouble stringing together a coherent thought, let alone composing a month's worth of diary entries. Before, my problem was simply that I couldn't sort out which experiences to talk about and how to do them justice in my writing, now my brain's bouncing around the inside of my skull like a rubber ball. It seems that interplanetary travel has taken its toll. I use that term deliberately, because that's what arriving in Hong Kong after over a month in Nepal feels like.
Let's see, what have I been up to? Nearly getting altitude sickness in the Himalaya, riding on top of a bus for seven hours, riding a bike through mud hut villages near the Indian border, fearing blindness after spraying superglue into my eyes, getting a monk's email address, watching burning bodies at riverside cremation ceremonies, hoping to see a living goddess in Kathmandu and being blessed by a 93-year-old cave-dwelling lama (for a mere 100 Nepalese Rupees). Watching buffaloes walking down the main street of Pokhara seemed comparatively normal. Sure, everyone tells me that India is crazier still, but for me Nepal was one hell of a trip. While my mind's trying to digest all these experiences, my body is having considerable trouble digesting meat again, after a month of being vegetarian! Walking around seemingly endless streets lined with skyscrapers I find myself questioning the nature of travel, life in general and my own sanity. As always, there's something I'm trying to figure out, I just don't know what it is.
On a more serious note, why is it that I can't seem to find a barber to shave my head for less than 80 Hong Kong Dollars? For the same amount I can get my hair shampooed and blow dried. That just doesn't seem right.
Also, I note that the Hong Kong subway smells just like the one in Sydney.
Actually Jim Jarmusch put it even better: "And doesn't this remind you of when you were in the boat, and then later that night, you were lying, looking up at the ceiling, and the water in your head was not dissimilar from the landscape, and you think to yourself, "Why is it that the landscape is moving, but the boat is still?"
I'm going to bed now.

---

Comments

[lord of the onion]

No Meat and no Writing make florian go crazy
so, when i watch Apocolypse Now i am starting to think that its not so far removed from real life...looks like you have been altered by you experiencecs in Asia. Brother you gotta get this stuff down stop thinking and start writng also...being a vego makes you feel good no? it wasn't altitude sickness it was vegitetarian rapture.......you aren't gonna come bacl all Marlon Brando are you? look buddy we all have enough stress here without some demi-god telling us who to kill

[Hong Kong Fuey]

You are such a soft white guy
100 rupee for a blessing. You were hosed. Roshambo him to show your respect and thus receive a heavenly blessing. There is no Goddess in Nepal. Only Buddha. If you look hard enough though, you might find the Monkey King. Also a Pig Monster and a guy with Fish Face. Interesting to note that both the Chinese and the Indians have a Monkey King in there cultures. Also your posts have no mention of boobs or nakedness anywhere. Which means you are probably taking your life too seriously. You have to go back to Nepal and sit on the top of a mountain. Until you Simply Am