March 13, 2009
For the past six weeks or so I have been doused in mosquito repellent. It is my one line of defense against malaria. I said to hell with the pills. I don't want scary nightmares or hallucinations.
I have a love/hate relationship with bug spray. I'm getting sick of this greesy, chemical smell. When ever I spray it on, I just feel dirty. But, at the same time, this smell and this feel carries with it some nostalgia. It carries with it memories of summer camp and firefly chasing.
It's cool to think that in the future, it will also remind me of the Mekong River, the beaches of Cambodia, and these hot, sweaty nights around Khao San Road in Bangkok. I just saw an elephant walk down Soi Rambootri.
I already feel wistful about this trip and I'm still on it.
Friday, March 13, 2009
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