I found that I stopped cursing on this trip. People you met hardly ever curse as a result you don't curse because you never hear that language used.
I saw a woman in her 70's in Cambodia wheeling a huge cart with about 30 enormous rice bags filled with water bottles. It was so high I had no idea how she could balance it. I was going to ask if I could take her picture but the pain and anger on her face stopped me. The image of sorrow that she wheeled around has not left me.
I DON'T like taking pictures. Now I know why I never owned a camera before. The dam thing seems to always be in the way. Will it fall into the ocean, is their sand on it, blah blah blah. I found it took me out of the experience. My idea of really getting into photography was just an idea.
Morag and I got an AMAZING Massage, body scrub with salt and yogurt, milk rose pedal bath, manicure, pedicure, and head massage and shampoo for $40. This could make my friends Tina and Lorraine move to Bali.
People in Bali tap their horns ever so lightly because they never know when they are passing a temple. For that reason their is no road rage it would be disrespectful to the Gods.
I have discovered that I am not an adventurous eater. I stopped eating meat and chicken and if their is pasta (my comfort food) on the menu I make a B line for it. I wish I had more adventure with food but I am pretty pedestrian.
Mags told me to listen to kids playing in the distance (that sound is in every county I have been in and one of my favorites) and their is no difference with language it all sound the same. It is really true, all you can hear are the high screeching sounds of excitement and the kids yelling back and forth. It was a really fun thing to observe.
I don't journal...don't aks me. I tried, I really did but I got so bored with it. At the end of the day I was tired and had just lived it so why write about it. At first I was giving myself a hard time you know how that is and then I thought maybe this blog is my journal and gave myself a break.
In Bali a baby can't touch the ground for 3 months. When they turn three months their is a big ceremony because the baby gently begins to enter the earth and leave the spirit world.
In Vietnam they put a tranquilizer in the cow and once it is sedated strap it to the back of a motor bike, not a motorcycle mind you but a motor bike and transport it on the highway side-saddle at the back of the bike.
If I have not become the Gay Indiana Jones on this trip then who the hell is. I tell you people my butchness quota is through the roof. (I heard that laughter coming from you Brad, how Rude!)
In Vietnam if a man wants to impress or marry a woman he needs to have a second motorbike for dating and one for work.
I have yet in all my travels heard a man make a lude or rude comment to a woman. No cattle calls no need for a holler-back girl where I have been.
I have been reading Asian and Indian newspapers at length I am fascinated by what they print. My God their is so much inhumanity to man. You can't believe the horrors and atrocities that are happening constantly.
My dream life has been so disappointing. As many of you know I have an incredibly active dream life and will write down significant dreams. I also did dream work in New York and ran a dream group. My dreams have been BORING, dull uninspired and down right annoying. Well my waking life has been pretty spectacular so you can't have it all eh?
More to come as the sand in my hourglass sifts down.
One Love, One Life, You Got to do What You Can
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Perhaps your dream life has been boring because your day-life is filled with so much. Sleep is a respite - we use it to process and to take a break from the world. When our world is so amazing and full, perhaps we need less sleep-processing.
Yes, I confess Jon, I did laugh, but it was only one of many if that helps.
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