i saw the famous flaoting nun today. that is all i have to say on that matter.

o, all my warm fuzzy ones. you are so sweet. don't worry about me too much. to be honest, it was i who first brought up the idea of eben going away with the monks. he is not an asshole who abandonned me thailand. ironically, it was only a few days after we parted that i heard a bob song for the first time since we've been here. the times they are a changin'.

if i sound afraid, it is because there are things to be afraid of. if i sound lonely, it is because i sometimes am. this is no different than when i lived in canada and had a home. i didn't go travelling to feel safe and loved and cuddly all the time. if i wanted that i never would have left harmony's nasty, love-thrashed, dilapidated squooshy couch. i'd be blogging from somewhere under its excessive and extraneous pillows. i'd have nothing to do but count change that fell out of peoples' pockets.

i'm in kanchanaburi right now and it's beautiful. more rugged, more harsh than what i've seen of thailand so far. i prefer it to white sandy beaches and crystal clear blue water. reminds me of drumheller badlands but in a tropical way. for some reason i'm drawn to these extreme locations. mountains and deserts. i like that the beauty has to try so hard, reaching up through rocks and snaking through dusty earth. plants straining for just a little bit of life, mountains reaching up for heaven. lawren harris. all of the beautiful, postcard places i've seen here made me nostalgic for the Rockies. i had started to sing Land of the Silver Birch as i walked along the beaches. yup. i won't lie and say that i didn't do that.