mayonnaise

apologies folks for the lack of posts and my mental condition over the past week or so. as you can see from my previous post the heat really got to me. infact, it was driving me insane. the place i had in ko phangan only had a fan. a quick learning: if you ever ever in the whole histroy of the world ever hire a room in ko phangan, make sure it has air-conditioning. otherwise you will go mental. trust me. i know. i was there man. i'm tellin' ya. it was friggin crazy man.

everything was warm. the fruit was warm. the water was warm. the bed was warm. my deodorant was warm. my toothpaste was warm. even the music was warm - i couldn't bear to put my ipod on. the room was a friggen sauna. it was soooo hot - even the scando's looked average. even the lovely camilla (praise be to allah) was not as hot as ko phangan.

this supernatural warmth accompanied me (along with heatstroke and dehydration) to the fullmoon party - of which i will write about later. the day following the fullmoon party i developed a seriously infectected throat. thereafter my tongue swelled with millions of small white ulsers to fill the gap between the top and the bottom of my mouth. then, just for good measure, my wisdom teeth started to push on through my gums and squeeze the teeth at the front of my mouth until they were super tender to the touch.

i was in agony. and everything was warm. and i had syrupy bacterial-spoiled rotten-meat-tasting saliva drooling out my mouth because i couldn't swallow and i couldn't spit. and it was warm man. that saliva. warm. goddammit. and i couldn't eat anything. and i battled to drink. and i had the shivers. and the shakes. and hot flushes. and warm flushes. and i took warm showers. to cool my body temp.

in the end i lost lots of time. and a dive trip to ko tao. and a ton of weight. and some of my tan. and a little of my sanity. but i pulled through guys. i pulled through. and it's strange the little things you thing of when you're near death. pinky. and cheetarah. and bushy. and sasha and bong. and digging trenches man. like loads of them. for no purpose at all. and then there's like this white light man. and your whole life flashes before your eyes. and the soul of the world rushes through you. like rain. like a torrential downpour. and it's so soothing brother (praise be to the laughing buddha).

anyway, enough of that. i'm back in bangkok now. and off to cambodia on friday. and i think i'll be okay. as long as i get an air-conditioned room. and a good book.

drive away and its the same
everywhere death row, everyones a victim
your joys are counterfeit
this happiness corrupt political shit
living life like a comatose
ego loaded and swallow

(feel my pain!!!)