why is my sleeping bag a ghetto muppet?

second trip= Ayuthaya, and Lopburi, northern thailand.

to begin with, there is nothing like a thai train to make you feel like an individual. if ever you have the chance, be sure to take third class. though it is a far cry away from any civilized mode of transportation, you will find people from all walks of life there, from old women, to students, to food vendors, to crying babies ( theyre everywhere huh?) , to pickpockets, as a friend of mine discovered. i went with thomas, a missouri native, and my closest friend in thailand. as well as our two friends from the same building 4 floors below us, julia and brenda from california.

4 hours by train straight north, into agricultural land where the green is almost too much to handle. we get off the train and head straight to a ferry, where we get on and cross the river and get into ayuthaya proper. the city is not much, and many downtown cities here are, but according to lonely planet the city wakes up at night, and the dogs come out to play. after eating too much and drinking far too much, we decide to find the night market which had closed hours before, and found nothing but street dogs which slowly but surely started to circle us and begin a festival of growling and barking. the eerie noise of a howl was more than enough to tempt me to leave, however a few of my comrads felt the liquid courage to play with the mildly crazed animals, making for a disturbingly boring yet scarily exciting night. next morning visiting the different Wat's (temple ruins), and the plethora of buddhas that are scattered seemingly all over thailand, and all of southeast asia. finally, monkey city, lop buri, where the little guy are on the tele wires above, the parked cars below, and everywhere inbetween, including traffic. after a few hours of playing with the street monkies, we retreated into the wat known for keeping a good hundred of them full time. this is the place where 5 monkies on each person isnt any new occurance, and enough of their grimy little paws in your hair and all your possessions gets a bit old after maybe 40 minuets, but the moment you leave the ornate gates of the wat you find an irresistable urge to go running back in to throw around your little friends. HEY update, im in the thammasat cafeteria, and i just saw a kid walk by with a beaver mountain shirt. after stopping him i figured out he was an exchange student at utah state, and has an affinity for skiing at the bev. jesus its a small world. anyways, long train ride home, and back into the comforting wasted streets of bangkok.