My euphoria is contagious
I feel it eminante from my flesh
This airport reeks of positive/negative
All I smell is you
As I launch onto this movator to baggage
knowing full well 14 hours are before me
Until this plane even arrives
Your scent propels me
28 hours beyond this layover our lips touch
This sweet connection of lonliness
I’d give up candy for your touch
I left the city for the Olympics and I recognize my reason to rant on the subject is limited. Yet, I rant.
I respect the right to protest. I think it’s one of my favorite things about living in a country such as Canada – our right to speak our minds and stand behind our constitution. However, when your city is already hosting an event I think it’s time to put down whinestick and just take the opportunity to enjoy what is available. My parents went to a free concert every night during 2010 just down the street from their house, and because it was Surrey and away from the general tourist public they were granted with lots of space to move around and the ability to bring their own drinks. I saw the enthusiasm from fellow GVRD members and beautiful photographs from all over the city. Again, I wasn’t here, but I understand the scope of activities were free and captivating even just walking down the street. When the games start perhaps the time to protest is over. You, and your potential children are already going to be paying for this event. Put down the bitchtorch and just go out and enjoy it? Even if your form of enjoyment is yelling at drunk foreign tourists I can think of many ways to have a great time doing just that and still hold up your “anti-olympic” flame without looking childish.
Then today I get shit on for not following the youtube clips of what was going on during the Olympics. I suppose next time said individual is in Vietnam they can tell me how well their youtube watching goes, as it is a communist country, and you are hijacking the shittiest of all shit internet connections. And how dare I not keep up with what was going on because I used Facebook while I was away? Because keeping up with pieces of home when you are travelling alone certainly holds the same appeal. Oh, wait, actually… if you check my blog or facebook I have comments and photo’s on the olympics, too. Weird. The long and short:
“I’m not rare I just have different priorities. I follow what goes on in the house of commons. I vote every chance I get, I read the newspaper every day, I write letters when things are going to adversely affect my riding, province or what my beliefs on what makes this country what it is. I respect the olympics for what they are but I fail to see why my not participating in a mass event of people playing sports has anything to do with me being a Canadian”
I will not apologize for who I am or what I do or do not believe you. I’ve spent a month away from home learning about who I am from my experiences, travel and month in solitude and I feel fortunate to have gotten away from my employer in my first year with the company. I took this trip to better my ability to be a well spoken traveled member of my society and country. You can disagree with my opinion but do not insult my patriotism because I spent a month discovering what I am, can and will be made of.
( or I will cut you! )
Met a beatnik in the last 24 hours in Vietnam
Regaled with impish antics,
jostling kamikaze through the streets
LaRue and laughture comfortable bedfellows
A decade crossing foreign land
escaping a war not his own
Exiled from the USA for 99 years
Mountie’s rapped a village door
narrow frame sliding down a
slick, black fire escape
to a stage just below
Stolen Paresien documents with any name
height, occupation, fiction
Yellow moon nestled in stars in Saigon
The night steals you
Cool breeze dances in the city
lily pads reflect dreams and aspiration
Life is endless
Smoke hashish and salsa dance with strangers
I have struggled with the best way to say this for a few days but today it became painfully evident to me in the last hour. A few years ago I had a painfully embarassing and public falling out with somebody extremely close to me. It was really hard to go through… unique. A weird experience. I feel like my travelling has brought me back to the people that have always been the closest to me, regardless of weird shit or falling’s out, and people that I didn’t even really know that well. The people that actually are the closest to me feel the furthest away. I don’t know how else to explain it. Sean told me he is getting a tattoo with me in mind – how did I EVER deserve such an honour?I’ve forged a MUCH stronger relationship with Darcon, with plans of conversation and schooling, and reading and poetry. Graham and I were going sentence for sentence on poetry today that cured my writers block… and just now, almost like a miracle, I made serious ammends with somebody I never thought I would. What a weird experience. I’m not even really sure who I am going to return as. Everything about this experience has thrown my entire life upside down.
Every night I recruit people to go the Blue dragon Club just down the street from my hostel. I think it’s the cheapest drinks in Nha Trang – happy hour from 5-midnight buy one get one free. One saigon beer ( which is gigantic ) is $20,000 VND – which is about $2. So you get 2 for $2. The bartender is the mate in the middle whose name is Jack. REALLy nice guy. Gives us free reign of his itunes, and the strongest screwdriver you have ever had in your life when you buy a drink there
They also have free pool- bean bonus. Every day I collect a random assortment of ladies and gentlemen and we all play poor – primarily poorly, because of those damn screwdrivers, but it’s a jovial time of high fives and antics
Bean, William ( 12 ), Jenny ( 21 ) and her husband who is not pictured Michael who is 30. We all have matching Raybans. She told me in their country they call her “lamb meat” because of the age between her husband and herself. Random
One of my bunk mates in the hostel, and one of 4 brothers that I run into every day. its the 4 brothers, their dad, their uncle, and the dads gf travelling together. Pretty funny group. The oldest is 24 ( and shyest, oddly ) so they all call me the coug constantly. Charming, I know
The Sailing club, teh love. In the daytime I lay in the bed for 8 hours and in the evening I drink the buckets and swing in my swing. Wheeeee
The aussies, and my flatmates @ The Sailing Club
More flatmates, now at….
Why not bar is hilarious here. Shennanigans. They will sell you a drink with 3 bottles of booze for $30. Free hangover!
My setlist for the YOUTUBE dj. Thank christ
Beach feet anyone?
Curious about the tan, much? BAM Native Bean
A buddy of mine got caught with 10 doobies and the cop just took them, laughed, and then tossed behind her as she walked away: “Epic fail buddy”
Maya and Dizzy, my Latvian friends. Love these guys! They had been living in Shanghai for a year and we met on the boat tour. Planned on sleeping on the beach that night and I told them my hostel was looking for entertainment for free room and board. They’ve been here 4 days now playing tunes. Her smile is the most contagious thing I’ve found in Vietnam
Floating bar anyone? HAPPY HOUR – stick your feet in and keep on swilling that free tequilla~
Every day!
Year of the TIGER! Tiger ish everrrrrrywhere
Is exactly how I am, atm, it seems
