Tsunami/Tiramisu
Klong Muang Beach, Krabi
So yeah, another year gone by since that sunny morning, munching from some fried eggs, sipping hot bitter but oh so necessary nescafe (bit hungover from last nights party, of course), topped with true bliss in the draw of a first cigarette, till somebody pointed out the sea did behave a bit strange...
Ah, those where the days. Boxing day with Scrooge remakes, cats playing with silver wrappers, a stuffed fridge with cheap bubbly wine and left-over tiramisu, it just doesn't do it.
On The Beach Of Time
More comfy with the silence? Snotty leaves on the pavement and no (barely enough) sun. Mood set. S.A.D. Nothing new. So yeah this is the third winter in a row I didn't (but planned to, my wishbook doodled with little suns, palmtress and smiley 30+ Celsius marks) retreat in warmer climates. Same old story, uhu. No luck in finding sufficient means and no brilliant thoughts to start - once again - climbing the ladder of easy escape, I am stuck to this sillyness, surviving the wrong climate with the least adapted personality. Gosh, poor me. Teleport me to Darfur or some other godforsaken ( just politely worried souls to ease our western mindsets) place.
I know, I know...
Anyway, winter time is killing time. Reading books (or rather the sweet attempt; What is the what by Dave Eggers is eagerly waiting to get finished for more over then, this is pathetic, 3 weeks already) or with penguin movies, Happy Feet, or Disney's latest one, Surf's Up. And no, don't bother to point at the pointlessness of it, I don't get it too, that latest animated Antartic animal craze, tap-dancing artic birds or surfing frosty dudes. To think of it, the only frame I can remember watching is what looks like a pristine (80's?) version of Raileh Beach (see pic) but I guess that's to no ones surprise....
Again.
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© CZ 2007
The epic ending of a short trip. So yeah disappearance is all about returning, the table set for another empty stomach. Being a habitual man, lacking imagination, my pulse an old tune, Thailand it was, and telling such, this solo venture ended. So to all that were aware of the gap, hello; to all else that weren't, a nice little shrug; too all a timid smile in a tanned face.
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