100 Several Reasons To Travel With Me.
We'll get to the humour soon. It's building in me. I'm steaming; verging on the boil. So effing brace yourselves.
Firstly I extend thanks to Fluffy, once again coming through with the goods when others fails to ... have ... um ... the goods ... when I ... um ... need the goods.
I'm talking about you Hamish Michael, you fucking technophile. Oh by the way Hamish (I'm not even talking to you Frase), an interesting point; when travelling in Vietnam you simply cannot listen to Battles. It just doesn't feel right?
What was I talking about? Oh yes ...
I look emaciated. People don't try to sell me things; they try to feed me. The Vietnamese tell me that I look like them. Skinny with straight hair. Very observant as I tower over them. Not to mention the fact that they have honour, and I stole one of their flags. But let's not talk about that until I am safe back in Australia. I would imagine it's a capital offence.
Trouble finds me. If we get seperated. Listen for the screaming, and there I'll be, telling a Japanese tourist to get his feet off the fucking table. Animal.
Oh ... back to the ipod. Good news everybody. I met a Parisian who had one in his bag. We played pool and my ipod sat on the table and charged. This was like an elixir. I could almost feel the chrging going on inside of me. Now that it's full, I'm faced with a new challenge: Finding the courage to listen to music without having the anxiety of running out of batteries.
I travel light. Except for the 10 books mildly weighing me down, I have virtually nothing.
I generally do what I'm told if you prmoise me beer at the end.
Oh ... Hamish, you must tell Andy at the Builders that I wrote the address of the pub on the wall of a bar in Hue. If anyone comes in asking for a free pint he's going to have to put out.
I take really shit photos and very few. This is the job of the person I travel with.
Please go about your business.
Firstly I extend thanks to Fluffy, once again coming through with the goods when others fails to ... have ... um ... the goods ... when I ... um ... need the goods.
I'm talking about you Hamish Michael, you fucking technophile. Oh by the way Hamish (I'm not even talking to you Frase), an interesting point; when travelling in Vietnam you simply cannot listen to Battles. It just doesn't feel right?
What was I talking about? Oh yes ...
I look emaciated. People don't try to sell me things; they try to feed me. The Vietnamese tell me that I look like them. Skinny with straight hair. Very observant as I tower over them. Not to mention the fact that they have honour, and I stole one of their flags. But let's not talk about that until I am safe back in Australia. I would imagine it's a capital offence.
Trouble finds me. If we get seperated. Listen for the screaming, and there I'll be, telling a Japanese tourist to get his feet off the fucking table. Animal.
Oh ... back to the ipod. Good news everybody. I met a Parisian who had one in his bag. We played pool and my ipod sat on the table and charged. This was like an elixir. I could almost feel the chrging going on inside of me. Now that it's full, I'm faced with a new challenge: Finding the courage to listen to music without having the anxiety of running out of batteries.
I travel light. Except for the 10 books mildly weighing me down, I have virtually nothing.
I generally do what I'm told if you prmoise me beer at the end.
Oh ... Hamish, you must tell Andy at the Builders that I wrote the address of the pub on the wall of a bar in Hue. If anyone comes in asking for a free pint he's going to have to put out.
I take really shit photos and very few. This is the job of the person I travel with.
Please go about your business.
Comments
Glad you worked out some charge, I would've helped you out but I didn't check your blog until today and found the last two posts... sorry... busy... doing... er...... things?
Don't you be mad at me.
And fluffy's right, just plug your iPod cord into any USB port. It'll charge.
I can't imagine Battles in SE Asia, their last clip looks like it's set on the fucking cold moon. Go download some Panda Bear.
I have to go dress Thai to get free pints outta Andy.
Hx