Seat 47A

3.27.05 - 4:11pm (Bangkok)
Thank the dear lord English is the power language on the planet. I can't imagine being the poor fellow that can only speak Portugese, wandering through the Bangkok international airport.

Asian women are tiny.

I officially left summer back West. It is hot here in China and it will be hotter still in Sydney and intense in PNG. I cannot wait to put sandles on.

Ocean's 12 is a forgettable movie. Halfway through, I became cogniscent that I had no idea what was going on - only I didn't care.

3.28.05 - 6:51am (Sydney)
What a city Australia is - just a spectacular skyline. Waterways and bridges break up the steel structures. I saw the amplitheatre. My flight flew over it right at dawn. I cannot WAIT to get back here. The plane touched down exactly at 6am and I am abuzz (that is certainly not a word). And lo and behold, free internet access!

Wild dreams on the plane. I am reading this book that proposes the following question: a machine has been created in which your dreams will be recorded on a VCR tape - the only caviate is that you have to watch the tape with your friends and family. I would certainly watch the tape. I can NEVER remember my dreams unless they are particularly weird. Furthermore, to my knowledge, my dreams are rarely sexually explicit in nature. So I doubt I would be embarassed. They usually just involve a hodgepodge of people I have known in my life, sitting around in a familiar setting. Either that or I am running from the authorites. Regardless, I'd be watching the tapes.

I will be in PNG by mid-afternoon. ho ho!