Stupid, Cobra

I choked on my own saliva today.
Why? Stina- my dear, loopy Stina- booked her ticket to visit me in Thailand.
In contrast, however, yesterday I had an encounter with someone of whom I am a little less fond. Driving to work, I ran over the tail of a Cobra, who was trying (in vain, I might add) to cross the road. Stunned, I looked back- it was still alive and slithering- but dared not get close enough for it to prove its condition further. We’re warned about these fuckers all the time, but nonchalantly crossing a busy road?
(Segue)
On Sunday, Jon and I reviewed a Junk Boat in Phang Nga. The picture above is the one on which we traveled. Loaded on Dramamine, we made it to a few islands and a sea gypsy village, while managing not to ralph. The Junk Boat is a pretty staggering sight, in my opinion; infinitely better than a speedboat.
Come Monday, I had an appointment to interview and schedule a review date with a helicopter company, and got an unexpected trial ride around the island. Unless I was too young (or drugged on Dramamine to remember), this was my first stint one of these contraptions. They let us keep the side door open for a better view… who knew that was allowed? Pretty sweet, though. In a few days I’ll get to spend more time in it for the actual review, so I’ll let you know how it goes.
I finally posted a lot more pictures.
p.s. Lauren... cut me some slack. You know how I feel about marriage!
And Bartberger... I would love to visit you in Japan, and you know you are welcome to stay with me Thailand whenever!
Pastey, get back to work.