I bet you're wondering why there's no such thing as bostock. The answer to that is complex, because there are two factors that conspire to lead most people to believe it doesn't exist. One factor is that it's extremely rare, and the other is that it is imperceptible when present. Taking these into consideration, it's … Continue reading The Endless and Futile Quest for Bostock
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Day Two in Nong Khiaw
Today we woke up earlier than usual, and after all toilette and pleasantries were managed, we were on the street and operational by 9:30 a.m. This was pretty good of us, considering we would rather have laid snuggling inside a cold bungalow for another hour or so. But we had a sense of duty and … Continue reading Day Two in Nong Khiaw
Entering Lao PDR
We woke up extra early this morning, as Rebecca reiterated, to secure good seats on the slow boat down the river. She had done some research in the travel guides and keyed into the tip to sit as near the front as possible: the rear of the boat houses an enormous gas motor that incredibly … Continue reading Entering Lao PDR
Today We Explore Bangkok
We woke up lazily but not so late that we'd miss breakfast. The mattress was firm and there were lots of sheets to curl up in or discard. The city view from our window wasn't so flattering to the urban landscape, not as much as it had been the night before. The first thing we … Continue reading Today We Explore Bangkok
Goa Gajah and Yeh Puluh
I let myself marvel over our bungalow at Puri Wisnu this morning. It really was a lovely layout, with lots of exotic plants growing everywhere around the courtyard. I took a picture of Heliconia rostrata, known as "lobster claw" or "false bird of paradise." It's very striking from a distance, but when I got up close … Continue reading Goa Gajah and Yeh Puluh
One of Those Unpleasant Days
After Café Paris, we walked downtown to the central bus area to catch the 14. We were feeling lazy and wanted to cut down on our travel time back to Galtafell. The 14 never showed, however, and I didn't know whether this was because the Sunday schedule was different from the other days or what. … Continue reading One of Those Unpleasant Days
To Isafjorđur… or Not
Today we woke up, cleaned the cool-ass little apartment up, and checked out. We agreed we would miss the little pad, with its garish cow duvet and supremely convenient closet-kitchenette. If I could travel the world and secure such an apartment for myself everywhere I went, why, I should be quite content indeed. We trotted … Continue reading To Isafjorđur… or Not
