I suppose i had this idea of coming back from Thailand and doing a goofy part doo for Katie Curic. The fact that I think about my weblog strategies, content and audience reaction should be a good future beer talk night.
I wanted to come back and say how Thailand and my 10 days there changed me. That I would now have seminars on Tuesdays where I inspire people to go get lost and find themselves in connection with these cool 7-10 day flight plans I had discovered. And for 10 months we would all gather around my room and i would tell my tales of the 10 days and go into real detail around the parts that really are relvant to my metamorphosis of a person. bring your own cake and we'll switch out coffee every other Tuesday.
But alas. doesn't seem that funny to me anymore. actually salvation army humor funny as it was on the shelves for sometime.
My goal in thailand was to be able to deplug a little, slow down the heart rate and walk back from the bathroom or fold a shirt with anti-haste speed. I did that. I did that while going off for 75 minutes to islands they told me not to because they said "that's where big waves...ships". hahahaha. oh guys...stop being so silly on me. I'll take it! and went right around the corner exploring. i felt so free in that hour having water hit my face and not being close to anyone and seeing these master piece mansions on the sides of the coasts between islands.
And riding my motorcycle (i want you to imagine Harley but for writer's integrity and future imagine a vespa on steroids.) anyway i had to relean the shift on the bike in traffic and got some pretty funny mobile interactions. then i was free. i roamed on that bike wiht ipod in ear singing songs incredibly loud and looking into the eyes of passerbyers wanting them to know they were front seat in my motorcycle concert. I went off for an hour around the island in koh samui and just found things. waterfall. snake farm. kids walking around with weird fruits and pointing at me. people smiling. amazing beaches that are just crystal nuggets of paradise coved in to a local bar serving Singha.
I could ridden all day long. all day long. I nearly missed my flight cause i was late getting back.
This was the trip for me. Yes i was on the beach and yes i got a Thai Massage (it was in a public place outside :)) Met some great foreign friends (mostly brits, auzzies, and kiwis.) but i was glad i was able to unplug and find the liberating powers taht be, that are in me all the time trying to get out of this body and muffled through emails, HR meetings, schedules, expectations, routine, and associative memories.
It was a short trip but I'm really trying to remember what it was for me and then bring that back to San Francisco and meld the too. Otherwise it was just a vacation.