adventure: cock fight

i was lying like a vegetable in bed (actually productivity was present , i finished jurassic park AND three muskateers) and nikon yelled up through my screen 'mahko, we have something to get, yes?' this actually meant 'margo, wrap up your flesh wound, get on my motorcycle, bring your gas mask, we're going to a cock fight'
no. for real.

it was smokey, 99% male, barbaric. i was jammed between sweaty, yelling, betting thais. i may or may not have enjoyed every second, was at the edge of my seat and had to stop my self from jumping up and yelling 'ONE HUNDRED BAHT!' i may become a regular. and also get cancer from second hand smoke.

i know youre all dying to know. the yellow headed one won. and nikon lost a hundred baht

adventure: hospital, market

trip to horrifying thai hospital this morning = antibiotics, pain reliever and thing to put on my mountainous volcano of an infection = 4 dollars.  

SCORE

now lets go to the market-

i was just coming to the conclusion, towards the end of my market walk, that this was just packed full of colorful things that no one needs or wants until i ran across these treasures.
i need one. i want one. its a rabbit in a tank top.

rong rian

three days a week im here attempting to instill any knowledge of the english language into these braided little heads. mostly that = me running around making animal noises and them screaming, yelling and occasionally yelling "CAT" or "MONKEY". very ocassionally. but never tiger. they never get tiger. i thought there were tigers all over thailand? i have to be very selective with the words i teach them, which i figured out when i tried to explain 'dishwasher'. but the school lunches are phenomenal. i dont know who told the principal that an 18 and a 20 (huzzah!) year old know how to teach english. she probably thinks i am a failure. and these kids probably think im a monkey. and before i leave, if nothing else, they will know 'tiger'.

(as soon as i brought out the camera, there was no hope of any teaching. sorry brynna)

yearnings of the heart and tongue

my poor american palate. maybe i spend two hours a day on blogs like this hoping to cyberly satisfy my yearnings. (click on the link before you make judgments) im sorry thailand. IM SORRY. your blood jelly, fish balls and leaf soup just don't give me what i need (which is a giant thick slice of banana chocolate chip bread with melted butter and bruschetta with goat cheese and piping hot apple crumble and a giant cupcake and also french toast) i already have the first hours of my life back in american planned and they may or may not include andrew wiggins and cafe rio.

dramatic moment finished

on a same same but different note, thickbread+sweetened condensed milk = omg. i do thank thailand for this.

now

life is now. what youre seeing and tasting and smelling and feeling and saying and thinking and loving and being. its not plans or wishes or longings or envyings. its right now. and every second is and wont ever be again. so see and taste and smell and feel and say and think and love and be with every ounce of your soul!

thanks mom and dad

i forgot

(oh phi phi, i miss you so dearly)

walking through the market on my way home

no big deal

happy birthday two days late

its official. i have officially been double decaded. twenty years old. i was looking to this day with dread and maybe i even cried on my last birthday. something isnt fun about getting older. but everythings changed. 20 years old feels glittery. gold. exciting and free. this will be a good good year. i can feel it in my waters.

plus. what better way to start a new year (ANY year, let alone the beginning of my roaring twenties) than in thailand. with a cake (awful but full of love) from children named poo, pee and pim? you tell me.

adventure: ko phi phi

i, margo meyer, spent the most unbelievably giddying four days of my entire ninteen (almost twenty. i dont want to talk about that) years of mortal life. i can still feel the waves, smell the island jungle, feel the sand on my feet (no literally, i cut my food on coral and theres still sand inside)

i left my heart on ko phi phi

uncle nikon

last night on the way home, uncle nikon said "otay, only wifteen minutes. thirsty? just quickly. i'm crazy enough for sure." our confusion quickly cleared up when he lead us down a small dirt path to a loud, drunk and christmas light-ed hut. so we sat on a little table with a winnie the pooh table cloth next to a dirty little pond. everything about the next half an hour was insaaanely hilarious.

1. uncle nikon toasting 'forget the past, live for the future' and 'good things never last' over and over

2. realizing the half naked girls that perched next to us and so dilligently attended to our fantas and ice were probably prostitutes

3. uncle nikon karaokeing with every bit of emotion he could muster to a horrible HORRIBLE thai music video set in new zealand
4. swarms of thai men throwing out words they know in english

its ok mom. im safe.

monklings.

aren't these boys beautiful?

this is the entire school. 70 insane chillens and 2 monk boys.

they meditate every day after lunch. i dont think you could get any 70 american kids to sit still and close their eyes for 10 minutes.