My dad had booked a driving tour up to the border with Burma and Laos for us so we got up pretty and ate pretty early. The drive was beautiful but I had no luck staying awake, put me in a car, bus or train and get it gently rocking and I'm out like a sorority girl after two drinks.
We stopped at this hot spring along the way, you could buy eggs that they'd boil for you in the water, your choice of bird species. Like most of the rural areas the ground was rocking and uneven and you had keep an eye on it. My dad ended up tripping and scrapped up his hand and arm pretty good. He washed it out with some of the water from the hot springs (probably not a good idea) and found a band-aid for it.
The destination was the Golden Triangle, it's where Burma, Laos and Thailand share a border. We took one of the long boats across the Mekong to Laos where we looked at all their shitty tourist crap and assorted beggar children, but now I've been to Laos. After lunch we found out we couldn't go into Burma because the Burmese army had invaded Thailand chasing some rebel troops so they'd closed down the border.
My dad decided to get a Thai massage to try and see if they could do anything about his knee, which had started hurting after the fall. I went to check my email. I found a place that didn't have a proxy running so I was able to telnet into the POP3 port on the mail server and read my mail. I'm not hardcore enough to remember the SMTP commands to send mail so I didn't bother.
As I was walking to the hotel I saw a bar and decided to stop in and see if I could find a beer in Thailand that didn't look like water. I asked the very cute bartender for just such a beer and got a lager that wasn't half bad. I really should have learned not to buy anything from the girls here; I end up buying stuff I don't want, paying way too much or both. In this case I ended up with three of the Tiger Eye lagers, they were 0.66 liters with 10% alcohol. In the process I met one of the other bartenders and the British chick that was dating him. She'd worked for four or five months back home and then would stay here for about as long living on the super cheap plan. Between talking to her and the bartender I'm re-convinced that I have to move to Thailand, even if I can't get a job there.
By this point I was pretty toasted, I proceeded bought them all a drink and in honor of Dan I made the bartender get a Long Island. The British chick decided she wanted to try making it, I'm glad I didn't have to drink it, I was drunk enough it shouldn't have tasted that bad. Some how I made it back to the hotel before passing out.
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