Kapit

too bad there are already a couple of books about trekking through Borneo. i'll have to find somewhere else to go. somewhere less traveled than Borneo so i can write about it.

yes. i am scheming about a big trip. the kind of trip where you say yes to things you really shouldn't. like going hunting for wild pig with a blowgun even if it means missing the one weekly flight out of Belaga (which left from a cleared patch of primary jungle only reachable by dugout canoe on a turbulent river, up decayed wooden stairs covered in moss, by the tin shack that served as "departure lounge" which was decorated with a newspaper clipping about how the plane crashed into a mountain last week because it was overloaded, killing everyone) (oh. and as i walked out to the plane, i passed the pilot who was muttering, "too short, too short. this runway is too damn short...")

yep. i miss that. let's go!

i got email from Alden last week. Alden is one of the nuts i traveled with in Nicuragua. he was nineteen then, so perhaps he's twenty-one now. he had the gall to tell me that he read the signature on my email which quoted Butch saying, "Next time I say 'Let's go somewhere like Bolivia,' let's go somewhere like Bolivia." and then decided to go to Bolivia. he wanted to know if i wanted to come. he's leaving in the spring.

ARGH!

yes! let's go to Bolivia!

no no no. instead i will be good and wait for madhavi to finish scientificating so we can go do something rash together. here's my idea. i will get madhavi to find out about some weird fish-like-thing that nobody knows anything about and then we will go in search of it. it will be a mission.

the search for the giant monkey-eating blenny or something like that. see? you would read that book, especially if we actually found the giant monkey-eating blenny and did battle with it, escaping with our lives and one mysterious tooth which we had to pry from the meat of my shoulder.

then i would wear the tooth on a necklace. and drink a lot of rum.

i forgot my keys today.