insomniac
Thialand
Monday 26 February 2007 - Wednesday 28 February 2007
After hours of wonder why my sleep patents are up shit creek, it dawned on me that maybe it due to my Thailand detox.
I've some what lost my marbles between here and Kathmandu add the extreme humidity and heat changes that has produced birdflu/malaria like symptoms (i think people call it the common cold). My head can feel the squeeze. Last night i was on a train from Chaing Mai to Bangkok. The whole 17 hour overnight trip screamed bug disco! With a half moon and bright florescences cabin lights made for a wonder land of dragon flies, mosques, cockroaches and your everyday bugs flying about in search for the moon to guide them home.
Problem being the ~ 20 'full moon' florescence disco bulbs buzz away. At about 1am i gave up on trying to sleep and tried to find the damn light switch. I passed back and forth looking for that mythical switch that might turn day into night. I tried to ask the ticket man, i tried everything. the end result was dreams full of bugs(which i hear are good omens in dreams), the screaming of train wheels entangling those voices of sleep and providing me with about 2 hours of completely broken sleep.
Now i realiszed that I've been using this blog not as a update of my travels but more of a complaint window. I don't really included all the fun antics that I've been up too. or the crazy live tv shows that I've seen while dinning on the back streets of Thialand. for these real deal, enjoyable moments, you'll have to hunt me down in that real world and remind me because to tell the truth, i would need a video camera to properly demonstrate these things (i thank sis for telling me you would lend me one and never providing the goods).
I'm not in hell, altought i sometimes i make out to be, i'm just tired, warn with a touch of ball'ding (Not going the way of my farther i hope) plus i'm turely dead broke.
It might be the forced detox or maybe its other reasons, but Thialand really isn't for it. India, however much you hate the places it has experiences so profound that there is a sense of walking that neural between love and crazed madness.
I'm going to try and sleep in the room i call an oven. I'll catch you all, soon, maybe....
Zac
ps. i included a picture of me. i look like a stoned monkey falling out of a tree crossed with an American football player with huge shoulders with a hint of get a freaking haircut. this was shot by Dj Hot Hot Hot (lol) ... some may know him as Dj 10Raphid or others as just james. Either way, maybe oneday he'll get the mix right!
oh and to all that expect photos, mmm i haven't really used my camera since the mountains (where i had problems with getting film, then all my batteries died because of the snow) and add the fact that the places i sent my pictures to be developt fucked up half the rolls. kind of leaves me, and every one else, a little out of luck.
Posted by zahkaria Monday 26 February 2007 05:54 Archived in Thailand Tagged backpacking Comments (0)

