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This is just a special post to my friend Jordan Monk Yer Dumb Silverman. Thanks to taking me in, taking my fork when need be and bringing me to lunch. You are my Monk and I will miss you.
Yes, finally. We found it. The combination of Thai Drag Queens (Lady Boys) and American show tunes. That, paired with Thai Mexican food, and I had quite a night in Chiang Rai! While mom devoured a whole fish and I tried to keep my food down from looking at the fried cockroaches, we enjoyed a delicious LadyBoy show, which you should as well, below: They were fab and we loved them. The best was when they would yell at each other to bow and to step right instead of left. No matter what country, a diva is a diva. Yesterday, mom had the genius idea instead of taking a 4 hour bus ride straight from Chiang Mai to Chiang Rai, we would instead do a tour and just have them drop us at the end. Note to anyone: this is WAY better than being stuck on a bus for a few hours. We got to see some great stuff, my fav being the White Palace. It was this weird combo of super tacky beauty and a mesh of American humor. I couldn't take pics on the inside, but the temple was covered with images of Superm
One of my least favorite parts of backpacking is the roll-of-the-dice that comes with taking a bus from one town to another. They tell you its a 4 hour ride and 10 hours later you finally arrive to your destination. They tell you, "sure, we have AC", and later you find yourself hanging your head out the window to try and catch a hot breeze because, oh sorry, the AC is broken. You never really know how the trip will go, but it's the only choice if you don't want to spend 3 months sitting in the same city. Mike and I joined 15 other people in our bus to travel the 8 hours from Flores to Lanquin. Surprisingly, there were no surprises. The ride was beautiful and the only challenge was to pick a new position every 30 minutes so your butt doesn't fall asleep. We arrived at my favorite hostel so far, El Retiro (thanks Kim!). They know exactly how to host and how to make you feel at home when you are far from it. They even went so far to host a massive x-mas eve
Gbye SDakota and heyooo to Iowa, Wisconsin, Illinois and Ohio. Whew. We are really flying through states at this point and Michael and I have definitely decided we should have made this trip at least a few days more so we could hang in these beautiful spots more. But hey, there’s always the next one. Maybe we just buy a camper... We arrived late at night at our Hipcamp in the middle of Iowa, the cicadas were throwing a party and I was all about it. I absolutely love hearing the sounds that are so foreign to CA. We woke up to see the beautiful farm we stayed on for the night. Noah had a great chat with the cows, “hey cows, I’m Noah Sunday Seiler!” So polite that boy. We lucked on this spot, right on a pond, 16 acres of farm land, cows and chickens all to ourselves. I like my coffee with a side of corn field. Our next destination was something so meaningful. About 10 years ago I had one of my favorite jobs working for Birthright Israel at the Jewish Federation in LA. Teddy was
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