Good morning my lovely people, this is an update from the road.
Yes, I’m road trippin’ in real time for once – a sort of experiment – do please give me your feedback. On the one hand, it allows you to feel alarmed along with me at all mishaps, because neither one of us knows yet how the story is going to end. On the other hand, there are mundanities to everyone’s daily life, including my peripatetic roadtripping existence. I am afraid I might bore you out of your tree with my accounts of washing socks and how pleased I was to walk barefoot on the tiles of this small hotel which are perfectly clean. The sensation of cool, shiny, perfectly clean tiles underfoot makes me happy – I don’t know if that makes me a simple or merely peculiar creature. But here’s the thing: life is full of delights if you let yourself enjoy them.
So it’s a cool morning, I’m wearing my hoodie, no air conditioning needed, and the birds are making a racket outside. I don’t know what they are – starlings? I don’t even know if we have starlings in Thailand – but there are hundreds of thousands of the things partying on the power lines in the street.
Speaking of those birds, they’re in the video I made summarising my day yesterday. You might as well watch it before I recount all the same information to you. I do spend a lot of time in this video explaining how I pack for a road trip and what I wear, but that’s fairly representative of the importance of getting that stuff right. If you pack wrong, or too much, or don’t wear your gear, or don’t have enough layers to keep warm, you’re going to have a horrible time.
Still, having said that, if you’re here for the adventurous highlights and not the how-to, you might want to skipp the first half of the video.
I need to eat before I leave town this morning, because I didn’t really have dinner last night – just a beer and hot soy milk – and so if I don’t eat proper food soon, I will certainly run out of energy. I’m also heading off the main road and into the hills, so who knows what will be available up there.
Last night I had this truly wild dream in which I revisited my old law firm, walking amongst desks piled high with papers, with my successor desperately asking me questions about how to fix a new problem in an old case I had once worked on. I just looked at her – stressed and thin and well dressed – and shook my head. No, I said, it isn’t my problem anymore; I don’t have to solve it, I don’t have to sweat over it, and it’s not as important as you think it is. She stared at me, unable to imagine how I could not care about the multimillion dollar problem of an inanimate corporate client. I wished her luck, and cautioned here against taking the concerns of soulless entities so personally, and I left. She followed me into a garden which had a hedge maze, reminiscent of the tea party scene in Alice in Wonderland. Clutching at my elbow, I suspect that she might have been Alice and I was almost certainly the Mad Hatter. I was serene. The dream ended.
And the moral of the story is: it’s much more fun being the Mad Hatter than Alice.
Okay, now I’m going to take a shower, find food and get back to my joyful vagrancy. May you have, also, a glorious day.