The air conditioning blows steadily into the hotel room as I type away on Adam’s Powerbook (my old one!). As the temperature drops, my mind wanders to the experiences of the past week.
I’ve written a lot on paper, but haven’t had a chance yet to find a suitable place of quiet repose and translate my scribbles into text on the screen. I’ll do that soon enough. Topics of note include the elephant ride, the refugee camp, and Bangkok itself. Food, too.
Coming right up, with a side of rice.
Love all, serve all. We are at Hard Rock Cafe, a brief moment of Americana (really Englandia, as HRC is from England, but I digress).
Happy Fourth, everyone. Light one up for me and pray that our fine leaders take a moment to contemplate our place (America) in the world and do something about it besides pardoning scum like Libby.
Love all, serve all, indeed.
