Animals of Thailand

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Asian People love Converses.

I haven't really slept in a few days. I can't wait until I get to a hotel room. So I spent the day in Hong Kong. I was impressed and disappointed at the same time. In my mind, Hong Kong was supposed to be some sort of giant China Town. I figured it would have a lot of shady stores and skeezy massage parlours. I figured that I'd be able to eat some cheap dim sum and buy a fake rolex. Hong Kong, at least what I saw was incredibly clean. It was essentially the worlds biggest designer brand name mall. All the various high end malls are connected through their respect anchor hotels forming a giant arcology. Imagine the biggest, fanciest mall you can, make it five stories, now imagine that it never ends. I didn't take many pictures. I think that I'll be more inclined to take pictures when I'm not alone. Here are a few observations: Asian people love Converse Chuck Taylors. They are the official shoe of Asian people under the age of 30. Asian people are not short. I'm average height, if that. I was looking forward to towering over Hong Kong like Godzilla. I need to go to a country like North Korea where poor nutrition begets lilliputians. Hong Kong was not as expensive as I thought it would be. I went to a giant supermarket that had its own pan asian food court. I ended up at Curry in a Hurry. I thought that I ordered some kind of lamb stuffed naan with curried lentils and some sort of cucumber cabbage salad. I got some sort of chicken and egg omlette naan sandwich. I also got my choice I drink. I tried to order a tea, but the woman insisted that American's drink coke. The portions were huge, but the soda was tiny. I think that's a good thing.

Sometimes Jerry likes to pretend he owns a car. I let him lean on it because he helped me out a lot. Jason, not impressed with me ducking out on the bill. Jerry posing with the Cobalt. I nicknamed it the 'Balt. Posing with the pugs. Notice the shrunk wrapped bags behind me. I used a few of those oneway valve vacuum bags. They worked suprisingly well.

Spooky coping with my departure. Tyson seemed to handle the situation better. Spooky helping me pack.

This was Spooky's reaction when I told him that I was leaving. I'll try to keep the pug anthropomorphizing to a minimum. I'm going to limit myself to five pug pictures.

Here's my stuff before I packed. A lot of these things ended up fitting. A lot more didn't. My mom dealt with the aftermath. Sorry mom.

Leaving G'ville, Flying the Friendly Skies

Alright, here's my first ever post. I think this blog is going to be pretty boring for the first few days. I am squatting on trannywatch.blogspot.com if anybody wants to pay for the rights to it. I'm mostly going to be fiddling with photo settings and posting capabilities. The next post will probably be about the Virgin Clubhouse in Heathrow. Leaving town went pretty smoothly. I ended up packing a lot of things; probably too much. Off the top of my head, here's my rough list: 3 pairs of shorts. 8 pairs of socks. 8 pairs of underwear. 6 t-shirts. 2 polos. 5 ties. 3 pairs of shoes. 6 dress shirts. 5 pairs of dress pants. Laptop, camera, school supplies. It's probably too much stuff, but I fit it into one backpack. I'll toss things out as I see fit. I left a lot of stuff for my mom to sort through. I feel pretty bad about that. I'll make it up to you one day.