Written from a wooden deck on Ao Karon (Karon Beach) in Phuket, Thailand. At 8°N latitude.
Paper journalling
14:46 ICT
13 August 2004 [Friday]To my right, which is west, I see an expanse of salt water which is somewhere between cerulean and turquoise. One week ago — no, wait, I’ll get to that in a bit. I’m most certainly baking under this sun. To boot, today was the first time I have been able to see noontime shadows actually fall south of their respective objects. And this is something I’ve hoped to experience for a couple of decades at least — possibly when I became cognizant of such astronomical dynamics, properties, whatever.
This is what it looks like in Phuket. It’s a pretty place, and I am better able to grasp why people spend their holiday saving to journey to a tropical resort. Some call it paradise. I won’t, because it simply isn’t my take on such. Still, the colour palette surrounding me (it’d be nice to have a Pantone swatch book aside me to capture these values) is unlike any other in my life experience.
Unquestionably, this is such a far cry from the likes of, oh Galveston (ha!). Comparatively, Galveston is such a hole. Hell, even without such comparison, Galveston is still a dump. I guess it’s part of that “We’ll mess with Texas anyway, since it’s our land to do as we please” mentality, which is never spoken but liberally practised.
Also, as far as seashores go, I feel partial to what I’ve experienced north of 45°N. Attractive and fetching as this might be, few things can replace how the water — Puget Sound as it might be — looked and felt during the middle of June when [shimmerydeath] and I stopped alongside the scenic route south of Bellingham. Now that, for me, was my idea of approaching idyllic.
Anyway . . . [edited for privacy/relevancy purposes] . . . I’m feeling remarkably well. Already, I’ve probably walked over a kilometre and, by the time I return to Casa Brazil, will have covered 3km in all. . . . Yanno, I feel so good. I can’t find any other way to put it. And in exactly one week, there’s a high probability — 15:25 here would be 1:25am in Seattle — that [shimmerydeath] and I will be laxing, catching up, and eating at Beth’s. I must find more of that Fanny brand gum to give her. She’ll cackle at that for sure.
[edited for privacy/relevancy purposes].