Back to reality

The last couple days in Thailand were eye-opening. Went to a ping pong show. So that happened. We also went to a cabaret show called Calypso Cabaret which stars mostly ladyboys / drag queens. We saw signs for this everywhere. It’s more tame than it sounds. They lost me when they had Thai Marilyn Monroes, Tina Turners and Michael Jacksons perform a medley. Plus it was all lip-synced. Boo. It felt like the end of Dirty Dancing when Baby is sitting through the boring, stale, grown-up show -- only Patrick Swayze and his rag tag group of cutting edge youths never come to the rescue to make the party Real.



Catching a plane in a couple hours. Meanwhile, I am sitting in our hotel room amongst a nuclear fall-out of our useless night market buys, also dubbed precious memories, not packed at all.

Thanks vachina. Don’t know what we would have done without you. You were probably like the kid that distracted us parents from tearing each other to pieces. Or maybe the catalyst for a future one-upping rivalry between the three of us that will make the rivalry in The Prestige look brief. In any case, it’s been more than expected. See you back in the present time and no longer from 12 hours into the future.

Simon is going back to Shanghai to study Chinese, so Vachina may still live on yet...

PS. If you are ever abroad and lose your atm card and need access to those funds, do not under any circumstances open a bank account with the Bank of China, Guilin branch, and have Commerce Bank wire money over into it. I’m just saying. Use Western Union. For the love of Buddha, use Western Union.

PPS. If anyone wants to go to Guilin, China, let me know. I need to go too to run an errand...