Give me money!!

Ok, unless you are unable to see the large green letters above, you already know what this post is about. Just wanted to drop one so that it hit the RSS feed automatically and anyone watching that would know that I had something to say.

From March 23-25^th I am walking ~2.37 marathons (100k)in under 48 hours to raise money for an Australian charity called Oxfam that does work world wide. So crack those wallets, break out the plastic, and give us a hand. See above for links to donate or just find out more about Oxfam.

Thanks for your help, it is appreciated.

More Thailand Pictures

So this one will cover most of the rest of my trip photos in Thailand. Because the camera was broken (now working again!) for the second half of my time there, you will just have to do without until I can get some off of my friends. Anyone that wants to see the full set will have to email me so I can invite them to a share folder on xDrive. Yeah, I know, you have to register... sorry... but you can use your AIM screenname as it is owned by AOL, so it isn't that bad.

MONKIES EVERYWHERE! (Lopburi)

A monkey dozing on an ancient statue in Lopburi.

Bye Winyou!

Feet massages are the best.

Very cool ruins at Sukhothai.

Tobacco drying hut (I think) amongst rice paddys.

Food.

Pesky waterfalls always mucking up a nice forrest hollow...

Hill tribe village kids. They know Kung Fu.

Yeah, I rode an elephant.

More food. Except I made this stuff. That's right ladies, I got game.
Like, wicked thai food making game. Word.

The Aussie crew, minus Derick.
From L to R: Gasser, Claire, Billy, Sven, Scottie,
and the token American, Phil.
Wait, I thought I was supposed to be the token American...

We climb on rocks.

Last picture my camera took before dying for the rest of my trip.
Kind of fitting, I spent almost all of my non-climbing time
in pretty much the exact spot from which this photo was taken.
Does anyone wonder why I might have fond memories of Ton Sai?

Sometimes It Sneaks Up On You

Disclaimer: This post is not to be read by mothers, fathers, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, children or anyone else who might be disabused by the debauchery about to be described. For the rest of you deliquents, please delight in the fallowing tale of what was supposed to be an early night.

So again this is going to be short and without pictures, but I just thought I had to share a little about last night. I was just over an illness that has had me the better part of a week and was about to call it an early night. Then a fire broke out. Literally. No, I mean like a real fire, with flames and stuff, up on a roof of one of the beach establishments. Naturally, everyone gathered and, with a combined effort, we all managed to get in the way. But seriously, with much running from the beach with improvised buckets and a few people hanging off the roof throwing water, the fire was extinguished and we could all get to the serious business of drinking tequilla. From there, things got interesting. It wasn't too long that I found myself boxing in the ocean on a platform that was destined to collapse under our weight. For the record, being on a collapsing boxing platform in the ocean is perhaps the single funnest thing for witch it is possible for a human being to participate. Not long after that, or maybe just before - I can't be buggered to remember -it seemed only natural that Sven would need to borrow my pants for what must have been a very compelling reason. I can't remember the last time I was walking around a beachfront bar in knee length tights and they were happy to continue serving me. Come to think of it, I still can't :)

See Mom, that's why I told you not to read this one; I knew you wouldn't like the idea of me fighting fires.