Indian Ocean Touch Down
Today, I got to go swim in the ocean! I moved hotels from Phuket City to Patong Beach.
I have to move again tomorrow because my current hotel doesn’t have very good wireless internet. While it makes sense that they aren’t catering to business travelers, for me it’s annoying that they don’t clarify they don’t have it in the rooms but only a single connection that may or may not work from where you are. It can be up to 11 dollars a day for internet on Phuket, but I’ve heard it’s scarcely better in the capital. I’m going to research if Malaysia has better net access from the beach.
I chose the wrong part of Thailand to visit, because all of the scuba destinations from Phuket require at a minimum a whole-day 8-10 hour trip. And the trips are more expensive than Lonely Planet lists (but I guess it was written in ’04). So, because of that and my lack of decent internet today, I’m going to have to wait until next weekend for my first expedition.
But today was relaxing, other than the hilly drive over from Phuket City. Here’s the first rule of taxi- worry when the driver feels the need to have a religious icon of his persuasion ride shotgun.
But walking along the not-so-pristine, but living beach of Patong my worries were erased. I had a smile on my face today. I walked the length of it, counting the hermit crabs and other crusty critters (I say all of this with an Oz accent, R.I.P. Steve Irwin). I think I’ll try to take a beach walk every morning. How long, before I become numbed to it? I’m considering trying to spend the next few months living on the beach. A scientific experiment – will I ever chill the Phuket out.
The hotel I’m probably moving to tomorrow is brand new. Some of the buildings next door are debris-strewn and under construction. The area I’m at took a direct hit from the tsunami, but I think the bulk of the casualties were elsewhere in Thailand.
I wonder when the first Tsunami novel will come out (if it hasn’t). Or the first movie. Daydreaming a year ago, my thought was to write an update of Voltaire’s Candide. The provincial disaster of Voltaire’s time, the global disaster of our own, that arrives in the wave form (in a world interconnected in real time by mastery of waves). Well, shoot. I can write the book jacket at least.
My mental space has been vacant of late. I’ve watched too many stupid movies on Star. I started watching “Numbers (sp?)” on AXN where these math geniuses help solve crimes using mathematical principles.
I have a futurology book by a neurobiologist, but the author made so many factual errors early on, and has such banal insights it’s hard to read on.
I have to move again tomorrow because my current hotel doesn’t have very good wireless internet. While it makes sense that they aren’t catering to business travelers, for me it’s annoying that they don’t clarify they don’t have it in the rooms but only a single connection that may or may not work from where you are. It can be up to 11 dollars a day for internet on Phuket, but I’ve heard it’s scarcely better in the capital. I’m going to research if Malaysia has better net access from the beach.
I chose the wrong part of Thailand to visit, because all of the scuba destinations from Phuket require at a minimum a whole-day 8-10 hour trip. And the trips are more expensive than Lonely Planet lists (but I guess it was written in ’04). So, because of that and my lack of decent internet today, I’m going to have to wait until next weekend for my first expedition.
But today was relaxing, other than the hilly drive over from Phuket City. Here’s the first rule of taxi- worry when the driver feels the need to have a religious icon of his persuasion ride shotgun.
But walking along the not-so-pristine, but living beach of Patong my worries were erased. I had a smile on my face today. I walked the length of it, counting the hermit crabs and other crusty critters (I say all of this with an Oz accent, R.I.P. Steve Irwin). I think I’ll try to take a beach walk every morning. How long, before I become numbed to it? I’m considering trying to spend the next few months living on the beach. A scientific experiment – will I ever chill the Phuket out.
The hotel I’m probably moving to tomorrow is brand new. Some of the buildings next door are debris-strewn and under construction. The area I’m at took a direct hit from the tsunami, but I think the bulk of the casualties were elsewhere in Thailand.
I wonder when the first Tsunami novel will come out (if it hasn’t). Or the first movie. Daydreaming a year ago, my thought was to write an update of Voltaire’s Candide. The provincial disaster of Voltaire’s time, the global disaster of our own, that arrives in the wave form (in a world interconnected in real time by mastery of waves). Well, shoot. I can write the book jacket at least.
My mental space has been vacant of late. I’ve watched too many stupid movies on Star. I started watching “Numbers (sp?)” on AXN where these math geniuses help solve crimes using mathematical principles.
I have a futurology book by a neurobiologist, but the author made so many factual errors early on, and has such banal insights it’s hard to read on.
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