(photo taken by Bevan)
Parties and meeting new people, running around the old city at 3am and climbing the Tha Phae gate while the security guard sleeps. Learning to cook 14 amazing local Thai dishes and sending up enormous bursts of flames. Making plans. I have allowed Bevan to do all the job hunting, as we seem to be interested in the same things - all the rewards, minimal effort. All this laziness only makes me lazier. It does seem, however, that Chiang Mai is not the place to go about making a career. English teaching jobs pay pitifully, and positions teaching art are few and far between, normally requiring someone who has a resonable grasp of Thai. Settling down in Chiang Mai also seems like a less and less attractive prospect to me. Although it's rather beautiful (in a smelly Asian city way), the pollution is omnipresent, such that the sun cannot penetrate and I haven't seen the sky since we arrived here. I miss the clear air and indigo skies of home...
Making decisions. Decisions involving inter-continental travel and an alteration of ideas regarding employment. Decisions involving (at this stage) a place called Antibes in the south of France and luxury watercrafts. Yes, it looks like I'm going to the Mediterranean to work on a yacht. This change of plan may seem rather elaborate, but when considered with future endevours in mind it makes a lot more sense. As of late, I have been feeling at a total loss with regard to my future - feeling like I studied for four years to no avail. I guess it's not nicknamed a 'Bachelors of Fuck All' for nothing... So my new plans have been centred around saving money. Money which will go towards furthering my education in a direction that I feel is more practical and relevant. I cannot decide whether this will involve a course in interior design, or animation, or graphic design, or professional photography; but at least, I feel, I have made a decision (working on a yacht) that is necessary in order to persue one (or more) of these things.
This decision also conviniently allows me to travel more - oh how I look foward to seeing Europe! It will be quite a shock, I'm sure, traversing the gap between this ugly/beautiful third world country and arriving in France, but I absolutely cannot wait. My passport has recently lost its virginity and now it can't get enough. Whore.
Love in all directions and in great quantities.
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