- The Move
- The Motorcycle Crash
- Blood Sausages
Today's get up, read something, get some inspiration to write something is to large extent on Dr. Mike Eades. He has a weekly newsletter and it gets to me—14 hours ahead here in Thailand—between 6.30 and 7.30 every Friday morning. Could not be more perfect timing. You can find most of that original inspiration in his 45th.
I moved about a week ago, again. This is the third move in my 9 months on the south end of the island of Phuket, Thailand. The reasons are multi-faceted—a lot having to do with growing a bit weary of the Swiss-German vibe in my last place—but I'm now in a quite eclectic and curious place: Shanti Lodge. Kim, the owner, came here from South Africa 25 years ago and built out the place. It engenders a sense of living in treehouses in the jungle. The saltwater pool is a brown pebbletec finish and looks like a jungle swimming hole. One allure for me was the bar/restaurant that's completely open air and feels like home. The food is excellent, prices way reasonable, and there's an horor system at the bar with a notebook to write down what you got on your own. They have one of those push-button coffee machines that makes a perfect americano (thanks to Mike Eades, again, for turning me onto that best version of a strong black coffee).