i'm sitting at a cafe in vientiane trying to enjoy a nice after dinner kopi and check my email. and the only thing i can hear are grunts and aishhh's from the four adjoshis sitting behind me. i think they're following me. and ring ding dong was blasting out of moving car! please tell korea to leave me alone.


Ahaha. Willie. <3 I'm so jealous I could just about pee myself right now, though. Not that jealousy makes you pee, but like... just trying to think of extreme physical reactions here. I mean, here I am starting the new (longer) semester.... staring down Vietnam (for real this time -- Mags is coming along, it's all but decided -- that was always a trip we should have made together [DON'T tell my co-teacher]) from the other end of five months of classes, with nothing but Children's Day and Buddha's Birthday in between. Meh. The ROK is nice enough in the spring to survive and keep myself amused until then.

Aw, Willikins. Can't believe we really lost him.


MikejGrey said...

Just a few more months, right?

We should probably start to begin thinking about maybe making concrete plans.


Bill Stickers is innocent!

I'm no Picasso said...

I think I'm physically incapable of making plans for a vacation. Also, we both have no idea what our schedules will be. But I mean... it couldn't hurt to start looking into flights around that time and decide what route we wanna go. I'd like to do a semi-adult kinda actual hotels with hot water thing, if you're up for it. I'm getting too old for the hostel thing, and that way we'll be surrounded with richee middle class tourists who will leave us alone and mind their own business, rather than richee middle class tourists disguised as bohemian intellectuals who might pester us to join their drum circle and get like totally fucked up with them.

MikejGrey said...

Yeah. I know. I'm not sure what type of vacation I can afford yet. It all depends on what goes on with grad school. But I've never actually done the hostel thing. Hah. I'm slightly spoiled when it comes to vacations.

I'm really just grasping at straws at this point. I'll start poking my way around the internet and see if I can find anything interesting regarding flights, hotels, things to do.

I think I'm just bored.

I'm no Picasso said...

Well you know if I was going alone, I'd be carrying the cost on my own anyway. I don't mind taking on the lion's share, if you don't mind occasionally sharing a room or whatever. But actually I don't think hotels are too bad there. I'm not talking five star obviously. Just like, a door that closes, a bathroom that doesn't have a push-button shower that's shared with sixty other people, and a room with heat that doesn't involve 12 bunk beds, somehow always oddly dominated by fucking Australians.

You know. The good life.

MikejGrey said...

I think the only price that I'm worried about is the airline price. Everything else isn't gonna be too bad, but the airplane could set me back two grand : /

Fucking Australians.

I've gotta figure out the airline situation. Do you know anyone over there that's been to Nam that might have some advice? I could have sworn I read about a discount south east asian airline that's essentially an airbus, but I've been on South west stuck between two large fat guys. Can't be worse than that. I mean, unless we have to peddle the plane along. I'm fine with chicken flying around the plan. Birds free to be,

God. And my word verification to write this comment is colons.

I'm no Picasso said...


I think the problem with any advice coming from anyone here is that... well they went from here. Which is decidely more common and simpler.

Lemme see what I can dig up. There's bound to be something cheaper than $2000. If I can get home and back for $1200, there's no reason you should be paying that much.

No chickens in the hotel room, please. Whatever you and Kevin Smith do on the flight is between you two, but I don't want livestock in my bed. This time.

MikejGrey said...


You know, I wouldn't want to sit next to Kevin Smith on a flight. All he does is talk about eating his wife's ass. I mean. Come on. And stop dressing like a sixth grader from 1992.