What to write about... I'm just feeling guilty because all we've been doing is eating really good food and swimming in the ocean. And yet, my gadgets haunt me so I'm still reachable and have had to think about a treatment all day long. The real challenge in writing a treatment, I've decided, isn't the staying up til 5 am in your apartment pacing and thinking. It's when you have to do it when you're at the beach.
One thing I do want to say is that I've taken the time to observe the whole toilet swirl the other way down here in the southern hemisphere. But what's been puzzling me for days is how toilets here have two flush buttons. I found out why today: due to drought for the past few years everyone's helping conserve water by having toilets that have a half water flush for pee and a full for pooh. It's the kind of simple smart thing we ought to be doing.
Here's a pic Mark took of Nick and I going down to the water. This picture pretty much is how surreally beautiful it is down here.
Nick and I right after our morning swim in the ocean.
This morning Nick and I were riding a wave into shore. We were right at a steep dropoff on a beach known for surfing and the no surfing flags were up. I didn't see any of this happen but Nick caught it all - the waves were so strong that as we came up to the shore the water rushed out so fast out under us that we landed right on sand. We were both lying there laughing and groaning in pain. And now I have what looks like a hickey from a chupacabra on my side. The bruise has worsened over the day until it became a point of controversy at dinner whether or not I should go to a doctor as it's red with blood now. Maybe I'll have a tingling hip for the rest of my life. But it doesn't hurt.
After lunch we came back for more swimming and Nick and Mark made sand castles while I lay in the sun thinking about my treatment.
Mark went for abstract expressionism.
Nick went for Sand Castle Grayskull. I had no idea he was so good at carving skulls out of sand.
The fish Leena made us for dinner. Unreal.
And her Thai beef salad which everyone wanted to eat all of but we had to share. Food is incredible here. Produce is ridiculously fresh and full. We ate mussels last night the size of fists. Rosco and Leena ought to open a restaurant.
I've become really comfy on this porch. Everyone's in bed. I just finished revising my treatment. I wish I could get a camera that takes pictures of the moon the way your eye sees itso ma. Nick says that the sound from the trees at night here is like "monkeys having a knife fight". There's definitely something living in there.
One thing I do want to say is that I've taken the time to observe the whole toilet swirl the other way down here in the southern hemisphere. But what's been puzzling me for days is how toilets here have two flush buttons. I found out why today: due to drought for the past few years everyone's helping conserve water by having toilets that have a half water flush for pee and a full for pooh. It's the kind of simple smart thing we ought to be doing.
Here's a pic Mark took of Nick and I going down to the water. This picture pretty much is how surreally beautiful it is down here.
Nick and I right after our morning swim in the ocean.
This morning Nick and I were riding a wave into shore. We were right at a steep dropoff on a beach known for surfing and the no surfing flags were up. I didn't see any of this happen but Nick caught it all - the waves were so strong that as we came up to the shore the water rushed out so fast out under us that we landed right on sand. We were both lying there laughing and groaning in pain. And now I have what looks like a hickey from a chupacabra on my side. The bruise has worsened over the day until it became a point of controversy at dinner whether or not I should go to a doctor as it's red with blood now. Maybe I'll have a tingling hip for the rest of my life. But it doesn't hurt.
After lunch we came back for more swimming and Nick and Mark made sand castles while I lay in the sun thinking about my treatment.
Mark went for abstract expressionism.
Nick went for Sand Castle Grayskull. I had no idea he was so good at carving skulls out of sand.
The fish Leena made us for dinner. Unreal.
And her Thai beef salad which everyone wanted to eat all of but we had to share. Food is incredible here. Produce is ridiculously fresh and full. We ate mussels last night the size of fists. Rosco and Leena ought to open a restaurant.
I've become really comfy on this porch. Everyone's in bed. I just finished revising my treatment. I wish I could get a camera that takes pictures of the moon the way your eye sees itso ma. Nick says that the sound from the trees at night here is like "monkeys having a knife fight". There's definitely something living in there.
1 Comments:
i hate to be a lurker but i have to point out that such toilets do exist here in my ghetto hood of southern california. my aunt has one which was given to her by the city...awesome how the ghetto hood's want to help their environment, huh? that's how it be do in the hood, yo.
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