South Asian Ping Pong
Ping Pong, and yes in this extended metaphor I have been cast as the little white ball. The thing about ping pong is that those cute sounds and cool chalky exterior can quickly be dominated by lightening fast paddle swats and dervishes of ungodly backspin. Hell sometimes those balls are hit so hard they break!
After loosing the coin toss in New Zealand a fast service sent me spinning in Singapore, adjusting to humidity, jet lag, and trying to find a place to store my 80 litre pack for the next two months. (As an interesting side note the bag ended up at a Malaysian guy I picked up hitchhiking's sister's husband's mother's place in a west-Singapore suburb.) After hot food, cold water and a short goodbye to my bag, I was sent on with mad top spin, racing to catch another plane to Krabi Thailand.
I arrived at night and (as is quickly becoming custom) my taxi driver pointed out all the best spots to get Bravo Juliet's, grunting and using hand gestures to ford the wide rivers of his limited English. A night was spent in Krabi, calculating currency conversions, swatting flies and eating anything cheap in the night market.
The next morning it a cheaky net shot - a well-delayed and amateurishly piloted flight to Bangkok where I hoped to sort of details of my Indian visa and flights. Things India often react poorly time, so when I did my logistic arithmetic, adding the week of Visa wait time with the thousands of Baht flight cost, the sum was to grab carpe diem by the scruff and travel to nearby Cambodia.
I had wanted to return to India for a while, had even dreamt about it, but lately I've been more concerned with moving forward (upward, steady or otherwise) and so I vetoed my half-baked India plans in favour of something new. Cambodia promises to be exciting and, best of all, cheap.
So I'm back in control of the game, having taken hold of those cosmic ping pong paddles and am looking forward to applying some deadly backspin on Cambodian soil.
After loosing the coin toss in New Zealand a fast service sent me spinning in Singapore, adjusting to humidity, jet lag, and trying to find a place to store my 80 litre pack for the next two months. (As an interesting side note the bag ended up at a Malaysian guy I picked up hitchhiking's sister's husband's mother's place in a west-Singapore suburb.) After hot food, cold water and a short goodbye to my bag, I was sent on with mad top spin, racing to catch another plane to Krabi Thailand.
I arrived at night and (as is quickly becoming custom) my taxi driver pointed out all the best spots to get Bravo Juliet's, grunting and using hand gestures to ford the wide rivers of his limited English. A night was spent in Krabi, calculating currency conversions, swatting flies and eating anything cheap in the night market.
The next morning it a cheaky net shot - a well-delayed and amateurishly piloted flight to Bangkok where I hoped to sort of details of my Indian visa and flights. Things India often react poorly time, so when I did my logistic arithmetic, adding the week of Visa wait time with the thousands of Baht flight cost, the sum was to grab carpe diem by the scruff and travel to nearby Cambodia.
I had wanted to return to India for a while, had even dreamt about it, but lately I've been more concerned with moving forward (upward, steady or otherwise) and so I vetoed my half-baked India plans in favour of something new. Cambodia promises to be exciting and, best of all, cheap.
So I'm back in control of the game, having taken hold of those cosmic ping pong paddles and am looking forward to applying some deadly backspin on Cambodian soil.
posted by Michael J.P. Hall at 2:42 AM
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