To The Park
Location: Chiang Mai, Thailand
Local Time: Sunday, Feb 26, 2006
Well, I went back for another Thai massage. A full 2 hours this time. Seems alright, still not all that painful really. Someday I'd like to find a place where they stand on your back.
After my massage, I walked around looking for the park. Well, actually, first I went to the bookstore and got the 3rd Robert Jordan book from the Wheel of Time series.
About 10 years ago Heintje told me not to start that series until it was complete. It drags on and on and on, and is still not complete.
However, now that I've started the series, I think I shouldn't have. It really isn't worth the time. There is almost a story in the books, but not quite. Events and the world almost seem logical and fit together, but not quite. The characters are almost interesting, but not really.
I read the Sword of Shanara by Terry Brooks for the first time a couple weeks ago, and I was very strongly struck by something Scott Wilson told me a few years ago. He said he doesn't read fanatasy because it is all Tolkin's work, re-worded by each author. It was never so obvious to me as in the Sword of Shanara, but Jordan's work seems also shows amazing similarities.
Terry Goodkind, however, has characters which seem like people, have depth, conversations and change over the course of the books.
Anyway, I digress.
I found the park in the afternoon. I watched some guys kick a ball around for a while. Pretty amazing stuff. They hang a net up in the air about 7-10m off the ground. Then, they all stand in a circle around the net and they kick the ball up in the air, trying to get it into the net. If they get the ball into the net, there is a cheer and someone lets the net down so they can take the ball out and start again. If they miss, a guy on the other side of the circle kicks the ball. The game goes on without stopping, no one catches the ball to kick and try again. It is like a game of hackysack.
There was a band playing on the bandstand, drums, guitars and singers, extolling the virtues of Jesus.
As I made my way back to the hotel, I passed through the Sunday market, which is only there on Sunday I believe. I bought a container of noodles for 10 THB (~$0.35 CND).
All manner of cloths and artwork were available for sale, the oders of food assaulted me from all sides. Tasty smells. People everywhere naturally. There were people with musical instruments playing, with widely differing levels of skill.
Local Time: Sunday, Feb 26, 2006
Well, I went back for another Thai massage. A full 2 hours this time. Seems alright, still not all that painful really. Someday I'd like to find a place where they stand on your back.
After my massage, I walked around looking for the park. Well, actually, first I went to the bookstore and got the 3rd Robert Jordan book from the Wheel of Time series.
About 10 years ago Heintje told me not to start that series until it was complete. It drags on and on and on, and is still not complete.
However, now that I've started the series, I think I shouldn't have. It really isn't worth the time. There is almost a story in the books, but not quite. Events and the world almost seem logical and fit together, but not quite. The characters are almost interesting, but not really.
I read the Sword of Shanara by Terry Brooks for the first time a couple weeks ago, and I was very strongly struck by something Scott Wilson told me a few years ago. He said he doesn't read fanatasy because it is all Tolkin's work, re-worded by each author. It was never so obvious to me as in the Sword of Shanara, but Jordan's work seems also shows amazing similarities.
Terry Goodkind, however, has characters which seem like people, have depth, conversations and change over the course of the books.
Anyway, I digress.
I found the park in the afternoon. I watched some guys kick a ball around for a while. Pretty amazing stuff. They hang a net up in the air about 7-10m off the ground. Then, they all stand in a circle around the net and they kick the ball up in the air, trying to get it into the net. If they get the ball into the net, there is a cheer and someone lets the net down so they can take the ball out and start again. If they miss, a guy on the other side of the circle kicks the ball. The game goes on without stopping, no one catches the ball to kick and try again. It is like a game of hackysack.
There was a band playing on the bandstand, drums, guitars and singers, extolling the virtues of Jesus.
As I made my way back to the hotel, I passed through the Sunday market, which is only there on Sunday I believe. I bought a container of noodles for 10 THB (~$0.35 CND).
All manner of cloths and artwork were available for sale, the oders of food assaulted me from all sides. Tasty smells. People everywhere naturally. There were people with musical instruments playing, with widely differing levels of skill.
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