Night train 2nd class with A-C from Bangkok to Chumphon
The night train did its thing down the rickety tracks.
You could see a lot thru the small rectangular train window, even in the pitch black because the moon was almost full and high in the sky.
Intermittently throughout the landscape, there were crosses of white neon marking something unknown as they glowed, Steven King like, and passed and passed.
Well, actually they werent crosses...I just kept seeing them that way. They were just spikes of neon without the perpendiular.
There were 100s of them scattered in the earth passing at 60 mph on the way to Paradise, blissful decadent paradise....a world these people would never know. All they thought about was how to get more food...
...Mercifully punctuated by things like the smile or laughter of their children.
That was about it.
Who knows what the white tubes meant.
Were they for Mosquitos Did they mark villages
Perhaps I will never know.
I went to the bathroom at 1am, and looked out the small window onto the other side of the passing tracks.
I saw thin, desolate paths of white sand heading into the horizon, eagerly moving away from the tracks. Almost as if the paths themselves were searching for something out there in the distance toward jungle and faintly colored mountains.
I smoked in the bathroom wishing Marlon Brando could see it of all things. I have no idea why I thought of him.
In a way, I also thought of Van Gogh as well..seeing so many paths of sand road going into a bleak horizon..kind of like his last painting WHEATFIELD with CROWS
These little paths that were racing by thru the little trains bathroom window...I wanted to know where ALL of them led. I wanted to know all of the families on those waypoint stops. But I would never know any of them. I was sure there were many wonderful people among those white neon spires, and I took a moment to bless every one of those families.
Hopefully this year would be better than the last, I thought.
I thought of Max and Pam on the bus to Bangkok on route to Phuket to help with the tsunami victims.
There were so many good people in the world. You can forget that sometimes when youre feeling down or low about things.
LOOK!
We had to stop and move to the left to let a trainfull of people bound for Bangkok race by us.
I fell asleep right after this. Next thing you know they are kicking us off the train at 4 in the morning and we all, about 35 of us, sit on the dock waiting for the boat to Ko Tao for about 3 hours.
It was a long 3 hours because I didnt get any sleep looking out that damn train window.
It was ANOTHER 3 hours on the ferry to take us to Ko Tao.
Ko Tao is a commitment of time to get there and get out of there
But I think youll find that its worth it.
You could see a lot thru the small rectangular train window, even in the pitch black because the moon was almost full and high in the sky.
Intermittently throughout the landscape, there were crosses of white neon marking something unknown as they glowed, Steven King like, and passed and passed.
Well, actually they werent crosses...I just kept seeing them that way. They were just spikes of neon without the perpendiular.
There were 100s of them scattered in the earth passing at 60 mph on the way to Paradise, blissful decadent paradise....a world these people would never know. All they thought about was how to get more food...
...Mercifully punctuated by things like the smile or laughter of their children.
That was about it.
Who knows what the white tubes meant.
Were they for Mosquitos Did they mark villages
Perhaps I will never know.
I went to the bathroom at 1am, and looked out the small window onto the other side of the passing tracks.
I saw thin, desolate paths of white sand heading into the horizon, eagerly moving away from the tracks. Almost as if the paths themselves were searching for something out there in the distance toward jungle and faintly colored mountains.
I smoked in the bathroom wishing Marlon Brando could see it of all things. I have no idea why I thought of him.
In a way, I also thought of Van Gogh as well..seeing so many paths of sand road going into a bleak horizon..kind of like his last painting WHEATFIELD with CROWS
These little paths that were racing by thru the little trains bathroom window...I wanted to know where ALL of them led. I wanted to know all of the families on those waypoint stops. But I would never know any of them. I was sure there were many wonderful people among those white neon spires, and I took a moment to bless every one of those families.
Hopefully this year would be better than the last, I thought.
I thought of Max and Pam on the bus to Bangkok on route to Phuket to help with the tsunami victims.
There were so many good people in the world. You can forget that sometimes when youre feeling down or low about things.
LOOK!
We had to stop and move to the left to let a trainfull of people bound for Bangkok race by us.
I fell asleep right after this. Next thing you know they are kicking us off the train at 4 in the morning and we all, about 35 of us, sit on the dock waiting for the boat to Ko Tao for about 3 hours.
It was a long 3 hours because I didnt get any sleep looking out that damn train window.
It was ANOTHER 3 hours on the ferry to take us to Ko Tao.
Ko Tao is a commitment of time to get there and get out of there
But I think youll find that its worth it.