I saw another motorcycle accident last night. I don’t know what that brings the total to for the past month but I remain a bit traumatized by the sight of yet another limp body being pulled from under a scooter. It was too dark to see the blood.
My mother and father have begun saying “have a healthy new year” instead of a happy one. I am frequently reminded of this wish.
Passed thousands of red-clothed Thai protestors on the way to Suvarnabhumi. They were, in the end, were very polite about their mass-money-motivated marching.
Indochina is a real-throwback to a time before my-own of post-colonial wars and dramatic – if quickly changing – inequity. Fascinating days in Vietnam and Phnom Penh, skimming the irrationality of war & contradictions between political and economic ideology and reality.