But after the initial fear returns to the force ...
'm sixteen and fifty minutes of the February 3 duemilaundici
Last night we went out to celebrate the Chinese New Year and welcome the year of the cat, even if we have discovered that unlike us do not celebrate here at the stroke of midnight, however, we made a trip to China Town through the stalls and bought some shirts and made some videos, the walk we had fun playing with a fake phone, those who expose the shops of the phones that look real, it was offering to tourists or traders bat for ten (trentacentesimi euro) many accepted or traded for items in the stalls, happy to have made the deal pocketed the phone, then we were expecting that find out it was fake, we had big laughs, ridavamo money and returning to the toy.
In a supermarket we traded for a bottle of beer quarantacique bat, the clerk of us happy "cheated" and being the lead was immediately removed with the phone, then when she realized that it was fake pulled behind the map, taking back the bottle of beer, strange that the human race, until believed to have overpowered the neighbor was happy when she realized that she had been mocked, even though we stayed there, with other tourists to observe the scene, it was just nervous and wanted to make a violent gesture.
Violence and abuse against peace and fun.
Luckily it was the only case, all others have a lot of fun.
After we met some Italian guys and a English girl, I do not remember any names, we went to establishment of a Belgian girl I met on the first day and we've finished the evening, returning to the two about the hotel.
On my return there was a catastrophic contact with the West, I realize how corrupt it is, how I inside it is corrupt, how easy it is to find new faces in people from a distance, lightness taken unilaterally, without balance.
The night was a frenzy of phone calls and emails that have spanned the globe, seamless and endless conversations on skype. Only one person that I felt towards morning, he gave me a bit of serenity, I suggested to close the bridges and end my pilgrimage without giving weight to anything, and waiting for the return to fix things when possible.
I fell asleep about seven o'clock in the morning ...
Upon awakening I wanted to be a little on its own, without talking to anyone, I went to wash my clothes in a laundromat and then to eat at an Indian restaurant, then I tried unsuccessfully a barber to cut his beard, will try again tonight.
In the afternoon relaxing in the swimming pool and some sun, then we plan maps to the next group travel, the latest, we go by boat to Chiang Rai to see the white temple, sleeping one night in the forest in a nice and Economic guesthouse.
Tomorrow instead walk in the forest, is also Lorenzo cha soon returned to Italy, then gforse able to see the dance of the dragon, china town every day to tell us it is tomorrow.
This evening stroll amidst the countless stalls of food we ate here and the various specialties offered for the party, took pictures and then we met a nice guy who lives in Singapore and has traveled the world by hitchhiking twenty years ago a retired former employee of IBM, then two girls on holiday with whom we went to buy candles, flying from Vietnam, I do not remember how to call it, everyone has made a fly expressing a wish, my first flew and was lost in the clouds ...
few photos dala China Town Chiang Mai-Thailand-
Massage the street |
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sushi stand, a piece bat ten (trentacentesimi euro) |
last "job" to the stage tomorrow night |
ps: I cut his beard |
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