slightly senile

i do believe that airports can kill a human.

here i sit in bangkok international airport with air con so cold my nipples are now inverted. my flight is at 7am, it is now 136 am, so i sit here, in solitude, listening to a rather irritating french man speak rotten chinese quite loudly, and the 'tap tap tap' of typing on chic keyboards.

bangkok, even the airport, makes me sad. there is so much here that doesn't belong. i was just outside getting out of the damn aircon when i saw a pick up a la phuket backroads filled with fruit being dumped into this airport, though in rough shape, quite futuristic for the rustic thai.

people speaking thai, people speaking english. english people speaking thai, thai people speaking english. german people speaking german (can they do anything but?). thais chit chit chattering and farangs eating. shocking, i know.

well, 15 minutes for 75baht seems like a deal, however, being 20 baht for 60 minutes in the real world (please ignore the fact that i am calling phuket 'the real world.' it is 141am, and i am alone and cold.) i feel like i am being ripped off like, well...a farang.

that's all for now. i look forward to the cartoon like world of narita airport. japan entertains me.

bisous

heatah