Travis Wright:  

Life During my ramblings I recieved a lot of answers but forgot the questions. The bright lights have come on and the bar has closed. No more wandering without direction, or guide. I have been preminantly banned from the World´s End, but that was just a matter of time (some of the staff still like me). No more lazy days relaxing on the beaches of Fiji watching the children dance next to bonfires at night, or swing from the branches of a coconut tree. Chatting up lovely girls over a cup of tea is a thing of the past. No longer treating high fevers through the night, miles from true medical attention. No more wandering to the other side of the island for a swim in the "Blue lagoon". The boat has started it´s slow departure from Nanuya Lai Lai with a magnificient dolphin as an escort. Venandu riki vaka levu! No more surreal encounters with New Zealand home-stilled whiskey brewers, or hitching rides from John Lennon look alikes. Attempting to score a goal against Stephano at Kahoe stadium is just a pleasant memory. How, I miss the folks and the farm. My days spent in awe of the beauty Te Nekau have long passed. My journeys up the Matukituk Valley have been put on hold.(I will be back). A view from atop Mt. Aspiring was nothingless. Sometime before I will hear the thunder echoing for over a minute through the southern Alps. I am an echo in memory. The flight has departed with a very friendly flight hostess aboard. Thankfully time spent waltzing with the devil A.K.A, Mekong, whiskey, (or so they tell me) a distant but not to faint memory. Sleeping on the beach intentionally or not is now over. Feeling like a low-budget Keith Richards has passed. Long gone is the call of Krabeeee!!! Moments shared with a jellyfish asking and recieving questions an odd moment that I am sure will never repeat itself. Observing cats eat peanuts, being attacked by hungry monkeys, and pet geckos will only happen upon a return to south-east Asia where such oddities are everyday occurance. As well as dining on such delicacies as squirrel or bird (no specification on this menu.) Is there chiken in that? Thai street vendor: Yes, Yes shiken I don´t want chicken. Thai: Oh no shicken, no shicken!!! No more sleepless nights itching looking like a leper, and listening to Toasty whine about his gang-green toe with a hole the likeness of a bullet wound. Never will I be so unfortunate to witness another lady-boy riding the streets of Ko Samui on scooter in a mini-skirt, I hope. Nor will be able to just walk into a pharmacy and recieve anything to releave that which may ail me. No longer livin´on Thai time I am walkin that fine line called sanity. The flight has now departed and if you look to the right you will notice a plume of smoke and flame coming from a jumbo-jet airliner. Nothing to worry about folks just an assasination attempt on our prime minister, our crack-team of security is on it. No more thrilling rides in the back of a taxi speeding past bulls, goats, chickens, children, bicyclists, pedestrians, or bulls. It is a game of centimeters and you are playing whether you would like to or not. No more urchant street merchants attempting ...Expand for more