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This is the End

Beautiful Friend, The End


Well, This will be the final blog post, I'm fighting to hold back the tears. All these beautiful times we've shared, the blogs, the comments... sigh. Oh well. Pretty soon you won't have to read about the adventures I'm having, because I'll be having them with you! In fact, that sounds infinitely better than reading about it on a computer screen. Onto the last post.

Ko Chang was alright, but honestly, it was a bit of a disappointment. We were spoiled on Koh Phayam, which was perfect in every way... well, aside from the jellyfish. Ko Chang was way more crowded, there were way more people, the music was horrible and loud, it was more expensive, and the beaches weren't as nice. It was really a venture getting out there, and for the few days we were there it really wasn't very enjoyable. However, there was one rather humorous event that took place there, perhaps one of the funniest things that has happened to us on this whole trip.

Agnes and I had rented motorcycles and were zooming around the island looking at the different areas. We decided to hang out on one beach that was nicer than the one we were staying at. As we pulled up to the parking lot, we were delighted to find a whole pack of monkeys hanging out on the parked motorcycles and on the surrounding trees. There were a whole bunch of tourists that had given them treats. I was very amused to see one monkey chomping away at an ice cream treat, just like any gluttonous child would. I felt a sense of happiness seeing our relatives hanging out as a family, eating ice cream treats, and just relaxing and enjoying life. Being completely enthralled by the monkeys, Agnes and I failed to realize something very important; monkeys are still very wild animals. Well, Agnes walked up to a nearby tree and started snapping pictures of the family, and especially the one male that was double-fisting a pair of fudgesicles. As Agnes got closer and closer to the tree, I noticed a cute little baby monkey that was really close to her. At that time, all I thought was "awww, super cute!" But as Agnes got closer, I noticed a rather ornery mother approaching. My reaction went something like this; "Agnes, maybe you shouldn't be so close to the baby. Agnes, that mother looks a little upset. Agnes the mother looks really pissed off and she's showing a whole lotta tooth!" It all happened very fast after that. The mom started running towards us, Agnes turned around and ran into me, a nearby male who was perusing through a garbage can jumped out and chased us, and Agnes and I ran as fast as we could to the beach. I was in a state of shock. Moments ago the monkeys were so docile as they were enjoying their frozen treats, but soon after, one of them nearly bit my leg. We were going to hang out on the beach until the monkeys left, but I realized that I had left the key in my motorcycle. I could just imagine those dirty little primates turning the key and driving my bike off the edge of a cliff. So we sat there, waiting for the monkeys to leave because we were both too scared to confront them. Soon after, a woman came and obviously was heading towards her motorcycle. Now, you're probably thinking, "well Greg, I certainly hope you warned her that the monkeys were hostile, and told her that she should not attempt to go to her bike." No, that was not my reaction. Without exchanging a word, it was pretty clear that Agnes and I both had the same idea; "let's just wait and see what happens." Well, as she got there they started chasing her just like they did to us. She was a lot tougher than Agnes and I though, instead of screaming and running, she stood her ground and swiped at the little buggers. I guess she intimidated them because none of them actually got close enough to bite her. Then she mumbled something in a foreign language, grabbed a rock, and turned to face the monkeys. I guess the monkeys have had this experience before, because as soon as they saw the rock, they all ran into the forest. After this heroic stranger warded off the hostile monkeys, I ran, grabbed the key, and ran to the beach. I used to have a glorified idea of what monkeys are like, mostly informed by such mediums as Curious George books, the movie about a baseball playing chimp called Ed, zoo exhibits, and those god-awful "Most Valuable Primate" movies. Well, needless to say, I don't like monkeys very much anymore. They're all friendly and cute at first, but as soon as they've got the fudgesicles in their grasp, they abandon the cute act and get quite aggressive.

That was the most interesting thing that happened on Ko Chang, the rest was pretty uneventful. On the 17th, we headed back to Bangkok. We actually met up with Tamir and Katie accidentally on the taxi ride to the pier, and apparently they had been on Ko Chang the whole time. We went to Bangkok's biggest market on the 18th. I have never seen anything like it. They had everything from paintings, to puppies, to food, souvenirs, and every piece of garbage you could ever want. The rest of our time in Bangkok hasn't been very interesting. We hung out in the massive mall they have here, the MBK Center. It's something like 9 stories high, and the floors are categorized. They have an electronics floor, clothing floors, an entertainment floor, and so on. We also saw our first signs of the current political unrest here in Thailand. Basically, one road was shut down on the way back from the mall, and we saw some Tuk Tuks that had red scarves tied to them. Some old drunk Aussie who was the self-proclaimed authority on Thailand's political scene was trying to tell us that civil war is on the way, and that Thailand's communist revolution is absolutely inevitable. Hopefully he didn't know what he was talking about, and judging by the type of character he appeared to be, I seriously doubt that he did.
We leave tonight at 11:00 P.M. for the airport, and our plane leaves around 7:00 A.M. We don't want to spend money on another night in a guest house, so we're just gonna hang out in the airport until we leave. Hopefully no revolution happens within the next 17 hours, otherwise this blog may be a little longer than expected. But I'm sure it'll be fine, and we'll be back in North America before you know it.
I'm looking forward to seeing you all, and thank you very much for reading!

Gregory, your homecoming traveling boy.

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Water, So... Much... Water

New Years in Thailand


I am dehospitalized at last! And thank you, I can hear your cheers of excitement all the way across the Pacific Ocean as you congratulate me on my recent freedom. Also, I have an answer to the great mystery, the mystery titled "Why He Got Sick; A Greg Boldt Story." The answer that this astonishing memoir will give you (don't bother reading it, it's overpriced and poorly written) is rat pee. I'll just say it once again and let it soak in; rat pee. I was hospitalized because of rat pee.
Apparently, Tom's seemingly harmless organic farm is void of many nasty chemicals and pesticides, but it still has something bad for you on it; rats. I guess that the rats residing in Tom's garden love to romp around in the compost bins... I can only imagine what horrendous atrocities are committed in there by the deviant rodents, likely filthy orgies fueled by cocaine and methamphetamines. But in my youthful innocence, as I worked with the soiled soil, I must have eaten a worm, eaten some dirt that looked tasty, or more likely, just not washed my hands before I ate. Either way, I contracted leptospirosis from the little buggers, and that is what made me sick. Or could it have been from the time when I drank that jar labeled: "Do Not Drink: Tom's Rat Urine"...

But I was released, and immediately got the bloody hell out of Chiang Mai. I had been there far too long. We ventured south to Sukothai, a town which hosts some impressive ruins. Well, we left on the 12th of April, which as you probably don't know, is the beginning of the Thais' new years festival. Now, they don't like to celebrate by getting drunk and shooting off fireworks like us wacky westerners. Instead, they have a massive waterfight for about a week... I still don't know which I prefer. So as we attempted to leave Chiang Mai, get to the ruins, explore the ruins, get back from the ruins, and pretty much everything else, we were constantly soaked. I haven't been dry for three days.
The Thais get everything that is dry wet at this time of year, especially foreigners. Every time we pass in an open taxi, you can hear them yell "falang, falang" ("white people"), and then ten or twelve little children run with buckets of ice cold water and drench every part of you, and everything that you're carrying. I can just imagine the conversations that take place; "okay, so you get 2 points for a thai, double points if they're dry, but if the person is white then it's 10 points, and if it's a white girl with a white shirt... whoo boy, jackpot!" It's really quite fun though, but slightly annoying when you're trying to get somewhere. They love to block the road so you cannot possibly escape the frigid waters.

We left Sukothai shortly after arriving, and had an overnight trip to get to Ko Chang. We decided that we wanted to hit the beach once more before we left, so here we are. We'll probably hang out here for another 2 days or so, do some snorkeling, hang out on the beach, ect. After that we're going to hang out for a couple of days in Bangkok. Hopefully do some shopping, see the biggest weekend market in Thailand, maybe join in on the riots, who knows? I believe that this may be the very last blog post, or the second last at least. It's been great, I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have.

Willy, your sopping wet traveling boy.

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Hospitalized in Chiang Mai

The all new thrilling episode in Gregory's travel blog!!! Murder! Death! Romance!


I did notlie when I wrote the title of this post, I am in fact typing this out on the 10th floor of the Chiang Mai hospital. I'm sure that some of you were fully expecting such a vigourous and free traveling session to end in hospitalization, so for those few, don't be surprised.

The farm finished well. Very well. Despite the fact that I was very very bored. I guess leading up to the experience I had forgotten that I had spent a good 14 years on a farm doing the same work, grunting and groaning all the way home. So it lost its appeal you could say, or you could say I got restless, but whatever you say, you cannot say that I stayed there... because I didn't, I left sometime around the 1st of April. I was going to spend a few days in Chiang Mai waiting for my bank card to come in the mail, and then get out of that city once and for all! Not that I hate Chiang Mai, I really like it, but one place for too long whilst traveling is just too much. So the plan was stay, get card, and leave. Simple, to the point, what could go wrong? Well, simply put, young Gregory your traveler was TROPICAL INFECTIONED!!! I started feeling headaches around the 3rd or so, headaches that led to body aches, low energy, loss of appetite, and what they call in the scientific world "a general feeling of shittiness." So I did what all smart and promising travelers do; I layed in bed for 3 days hoping for it to go away. But this stubborn little prick of an ailment however, did not go away. By the morning of the 7th, I was unable to perform very basic tasks, and it felt like a nuclear holocauste inside my head. Finally, Agnes threw me in a Tuk Tuk and brought me to a hospital.

I hated hostpitals before this experience, and I'd never properly been in any, and now having been in one, I can honestly say I hate them more. I was carted around from place to place, prodded like a heifer, and finally brought into a pretty shwanky private room. I was put on IV, pumped full of antibiotics, then given blood tests, urine tests, x-rays, and an ultra-sound (to look at my organs... no I'm not pregnant!). My IV machine has it in for me, it is supposed to give off a high pitch beeping noise whenever something's wrong, for exaple if it gets kinked, if I'm taking a poop, if I'm falling asleep, if I'm in the middle of watching or reading something interesting. I am constantly having to summon the nurses to my room to fix it, honestly about a hundred times a day.

I've been here for 3 days now, and things are getting a little clearer. It seems like I contracted some sort of tropical virus which attacked my body without remorse or delay. It did something weird to my kidneys, because they've been functioning a little improperly recently. I guess there's waste your muscles create which is called creatine. and, well your kidney filters it out of your blood and puts it in your pee pee. Weellllll, mine wasn't doing this, so I had creatine levels in my blood about 4 times higher than average. I was also peeing out a lot of protein and white blood cells, which is another sign of kidney impairment. Also I forgot to mention that at the time I came in I was dangerously dehydrated, and the doctor was insistent on me staying there because of the severity.

That's all the technobabble of what went on, but here's the good version: I got sick, went to the hospital, and am getting better very fast. So fast in fact that I may get out tomorrow. I hope to god that I get out of here tomorrow. I feel like a rat in a cage. A rat needs to lurk in garbage bins behind Chinese restaurants and feel their whiskers flying through the air, and not be trapped in a cage. But everything will be peachy keen soon. I'll be out of here, do a bit more traveling, and then be reunited with all my wonderful readers! My health is on an up stroke, and nothing will stop me now! Well, nothing except permanent kindey damage... the doctor told me that sometimes things like this bring out already existing kindey diseases... But to hell with it! I don't have kidney disease, and soon I'll be frollicking in the fields of health with all of you.
I can't wait.

Montgomery, your enfeebled traveling boy.

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In A Tomtopus' Garden

Inna Gaddi Na Tommy


We've made it to a farm! I can almost hear your cheers through the interweb, cheers congratulating us on finally completing our quest! Yes, it's very nice. As you may have guessed, the farm is owned by a fella named Tom. Tom is from the UK, and runs an incredibly loose ship. He's been at this for a year, and is mostly just experimenting with a lot of different stuff, so he is flexible, relaxed, and just an all around grade A farmer man. The farm has a lot of different stuff going on, so we've been lucky to be able to work with a variety of jobs. So far we've weeded, made mud bricks, planted new bushes and crops, potted plants, worked with compost, watered, and so on and so forth. However, I did discover my hands have gotten a little soft from doing little manual labour, and I've got a nice layer of blisters on my tender widdle paws. Good training for planting though!

There are currently 8 of us WWOOFers, which is quite a large number, but it's good because they are all grade A WWOOFers. A's all around! A+ for WWOOF! Aside from working about 6 hours a day, we've taken advantage of Tom's movie collection, and watching movies is something that I haven't done too much recently. By the way, all readers who love rock and roll, watch the movie "The Boat That Rocked," it's really good. We've also played some poker, swam in the nearby canal, made visits to the nearby village, and I've also done a fair bit of reading. So it looks like we're going to spend about 2 weeks or so on the farm, leaving sometime in the beginning of April, and beginning the last leg of our trip.
So that's all for now dearest readers. I am safely in the garden of Tommykins and enjoying the experience immensely. Toodeloo!

Petrus, your blistered travelling boy.

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Banana Cream Pai

Or dare I say... lemon meringue???

Howdy Doody,

So here I sit, your faithful traveling boy, in Thailand's very own Pai. It's a jaunt north of Chiang Mai, through some twisted roads and up up up the mountains. It's quite nice here... that is once you get used to breathing in the smoke of a hundred now slashed and/or burned forests. *Cough*... I think I have the black lung pops. I have a feeling that Pai would be incredible beautiful if you could actually see the surrounding area, but unfortunately that is not the case for us. "But Greg," you are undoubtedly saying at this moment, "scenery isn't all that there is to see!" How right you are dear reader, how right you are. Pai is a pretty interesting place I must say. It's gotten quite touristy as of late, but luckily we're here in the low season. Also, Pai has remained somewhat less tourist oriented than a lot of places. There is live music every single night, and it's a nice night life. It is much more geared towards having some drinks, talking, and listening to music, and less geared towards chugging beer, acting like an ass, and puking in the bushes... that being said, that option is always open. A lot of the locals are more involved in the night life, which is a really pleasant change. We befriended a very jolly and very drunk Thai at the local 7-11. His name is apparently that sound you make when you cluck your tongue, he comes from his mother, and when we saw him the next day he had no idea who we were. When we tried to convince him that we had met him the night before, he replied to us "I forget everything. I forget my mother!" Silly fellow. I guess that 7-11 attracting degenerates is a global phenomenon.

So hopefully Agnes and I still have a farm lined up for tomorrow or soon after. We kind of postponed it because we wanted to travel along with a friend we met in Vang Vieng. So tomorrow we're going to head to Chiang Mai, make a few phone calls, and head somewhere from there. That's b-dee b-dee b-dee b-dee all folks!!!


  • cluck*, your smokey traveling boy.

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