Gulliver's Travels...

...Okay, just to clarify, I accidently left my gmail open on a public internet console and Sonia had to sign out for me. Not that that's outta the way...I can't even apologize for not updating this in a LONG time, the truth is life here has become normal to me, so things that were different when I first arrived have become natural. In other words I keep running out of material...but on a recent trip to Thailand I was inspired with more material. Bangkok is exactly what you think it is like; crowded, polluted, full of white Europeans/Americans/Australians and Thai hookers, chaos, and somebody trying to make a quick buck off of you. We did the whirlwind tour, visiting the famous temples, getting massages in the place where Thai massage originated (this was the shit -- never been so relaxed in my life -- not even after a big ass spliff). Before we arrived, we were directed to a tailor who made custom suits for people; his clientele reads like a whos who of global business and politics. He has made suits for the entire Bush family, our man Lloyd Axworthy, RCMP chiefs, Secret Service, CEOs, and regular folks. These guys have business cards from EVERYONE, oh also Vijay Singh! I spent about 800usd here and sheldon like a G, but we found a better tailor next door -- the place Sonia got her stuff done. This guy was a little more friendly and didn't act like we were lucky he was serving us (I guess working for Dumbass Bush gives one an ego). For anyone that is interested, we're bringing this tailor down to Toronto for fittings, thats right YOU TOO can get custom suits done for a fraction of the cost. Okay I'm getting tired of typing. We also went to Chiang Mai which is a little north of Bangkok. Here we rode elephants, went hiking, bamboo rafting, learned thai massage, and thai cooking. I went to this cafe called the "Rasta Bar", with some Brit kids, and you know what happens at the Rasta Bar ;) -- remember the Chocolate Thai we used to smoke? Well guys, I found the motherload. It was a great high after soooo long, but couldn't bring any back to Singapore (death penalty). Back in Bangkok we checked into this hotel that had two rooms; one with a big bed and one with 2 smaller beds. The big bed has "curious white stains" on it and handprints on the ceiling. Needless to say we all slept in the smaller beds. Now I'm back in Singapore with a shit load of work to do. I won't be travelling again until April where I'll go to Shanghai and back to Phuket. This is my last post for a while -- peace out.