Chicks Dig Scars, Not Gaping Wounds

We’re back in Thung Wua Laen, caught the boat this morning from Koh Phangan.  Our trip there was very diferent from the last one, much more tame, but somehow left more scars.  I wonder at what point I became no longer indestructable.  The wounds are healing, though disgusting looking, and I’m sure I’ll have some nasty scars.  You’d think the motorbike renter would’ve cut me a break, but he hosed me for every scratch even with the dirty Mexican rocking his negotiating skills.  It makes me feel old to leave the biggest party island on the planet all beat up and wounded, especially having not partied at all.   It’s also the halfway point on the trip.  Everybody thought I was crazy for booking a ticket for three months, and now I can’t believe it’s half over.  We’re going to be spending Christmas in Bangkok, my guess is that they’ll be serving a turkey dinner somewhere.  Then Michael is off to Maui for more kiting, his boy’s wedding, and his lady.  I’ll just be killing time and farm animals in Cambodia waiting for Scotty to get here.  I don’t know what I’m going to do for New Years yet.  I’ve heard about some cool beaches in Cambodia I think I might try to hit, but who knows.  Hopefully I won’t look like a leper by then. 

~ by deanius on December 17, 2007.