Lately my sandals, the specific brand that has done me so well in the past (Columbia Highlanders?) have begun to betray me. It started with a single mosquitoe bit on the bottom of my foot. It rubbed itself raw about 2 weeks ago then because of the odd position of my foot blisters started to form. 1,2,3...I can spot at least 4 four blisters between the big toe and my long toe (the Index Toe scientifically speaking). I’ve begun to run through my band-aid collection real fast, which is worrying me, what if I get a nasty gash and all of my firendly Johnson and Johnson brand band-aids are gone. Well, I’ll just have to waitand see. I do have some non-brand-name patches but pssh, I doubt they are nearly as useful.
Other than my less than steller toes I have been getting by pretty good the last week or so. The weather has been on the chilly side, for some reason the clouds have made up camp around us. It reminds me of the North-west, the good’ol chilly, gray, crisp, dreary, rainy, and oddly comforting North-west. And classes where ever I can pick them up are going good. The “Ideal school” has made that tough but they are there every once in awhile. Sooner or later this frantic stress ridden examination will end. It’ll be a good day.
My toes, hurting and rubbed raw, did inspire me to do something though. That was to step off my motorcycle and exchange it for a bike. Walking around the restaurant I just got so tired of my slight limp I hopped on Bim’s Bike (maybe it was Bam’s), and I rode way past my house and beyond the 5th village. I hadn’t ridden a bike in a long time, at least not in the village. The last two trips with the Expedition Club I had the “Ghostbuster”, and now that I’m on my own I use solely my gray and black Motorbike. It was a nice change of pace – I actually had enough time to look at the dead snake on the side of the road and the giant spider between the phone poles. Actually that wasn’t good, I try to forget that they exist. But I did see how much the rice has grown over the past few weeks and the serene fog that has set up base camp on the mountain. It even slowed me down enough to go see an old friend. We talked for an hour of mixed “Tinglish”, about her upcoming exams and how she misses some aspects of Pha Pang. The conversation even came back to my toes, all bandaged and gross. At this point I had taped them together in a make shift cast. They were just sticking out waiting for the impending joke, it came, I laughed too. It all seemed so comical till the tape clipped the ground on my ride back to the restaurant.
Other than my less than steller toes I have been getting by pretty good the last week or so. The weather has been on the chilly side, for some reason the clouds have made up camp around us. It reminds me of the North-west, the good’ol chilly, gray, crisp, dreary, rainy, and oddly comforting North-west. And classes where ever I can pick them up are going good. The “Ideal school” has made that tough but they are there every once in awhile. Sooner or later this frantic stress ridden examination will end. It’ll be a good day.
My toes, hurting and rubbed raw, did inspire me to do something though. That was to step off my motorcycle and exchange it for a bike. Walking around the restaurant I just got so tired of my slight limp I hopped on Bim’s Bike (maybe it was Bam’s), and I rode way past my house and beyond the 5th village. I hadn’t ridden a bike in a long time, at least not in the village. The last two trips with the Expedition Club I had the “Ghostbuster”, and now that I’m on my own I use solely my gray and black Motorbike. It was a nice change of pace – I actually had enough time to look at the dead snake on the side of the road and the giant spider between the phone poles. Actually that wasn’t good, I try to forget that they exist. But I did see how much the rice has grown over the past few weeks and the serene fog that has set up base camp on the mountain. It even slowed me down enough to go see an old friend. We talked for an hour of mixed “Tinglish”, about her upcoming exams and how she misses some aspects of Pha Pang. The conversation even came back to my toes, all bandaged and gross. At this point I had taped them together in a make shift cast. They were just sticking out waiting for the impending joke, it came, I laughed too. It all seemed so comical till the tape clipped the ground on my ride back to the restaurant.
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