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| Sticky wicket= I am wearing a cricket shirt, and don't know the first thing about the sport One of the great misfortunes of traveling first class is the want of any sudden surprise, and the absence of all adventure. Everything is so well arranged on board the cruise . Once I stepped outside the gates of this safe port, it was sheer madness- cars, people, chaos. I guess this is a good warmup for India. I gave a tuk tyuk driver 150 rupees or whatever and he drove me five miles out of the way. Geo-arbitrage (Strong Dollar weak local currency) was in full effect. Going to places like India isn’t an act of rebellion these days, it’s actually a form of conformity-- when all you have is a hammer everything is a nail, and when all you have is money, life options are consumer options, and buying things is the only way to play an active role in the world, and the only way of purchasing a long-term travel experience. Unless of course you work on a cruise ship like me and "get to" go to work, and get paid for it too. Anyway, I tried to upload to Youtube my videos from Mynmar and Burma but I got blocked because of the weird location(Columbo) I was accessing my stuff from. I have some goodvideo of street footage today and a speech I gave in a Burmese temple two days agobut they will have to wait until I get a solid internet connection |
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| Discussing my personal experience with the 12th son of the lama...I jump ship in Oslo and I make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas.So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. |
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