16) Chang Mia

The sleeping train from Bangkok to Chiang Mia. Totally awesome

Jonah and Willow.

Not only do hippies go backpacking across the world with their kids, but they name them shit like Willow. This chick is lucky she is from California. In Philly you get your ass kicked for being named Willow, but who is going to beat her up in Berkeley, Star Child?

I’m calling my kid Boba Fet, be it boy or girls. 100% harassment-proof.

Your all-access, behind-the-scenes pass to this blog. Me writing late into the night on the train.

3/15

Born to ride the rails. I should have been a hobo.

If I had a car rental business I would probably name it Mr. Beer as well. Then again the only successful business I have ever owned was when my friends and I mowed lawns in college under the moniker The Lawn Boys. So basically my opinion means jack.

How well do Bermuda bags sell in northern Thailand? They could be number-one sellers, but somehow I doubt the demand is there.

So who wins in a fight, Hercules Beetle, Slor Pion or Mosquito Hawk? Do the monkeys who design these just open an encyclopedia to a random page and point to come up with their names? Where’s the Loch Ness Raven or the Talon Serpent?

By the way, the answer to the original question is Hercules Beetle. Duh.

Can’t beat the old Sunday night market

Especially when they sell salt-encrusted fish off the grill. This sucker was stuffed with lemongrass and was the best fish I have had in years. Really. Epic

I don’t know what this is, but I want in

Look at the arms on this woman! This is what you get when you massage feet for a living. A 30- minute foot and leg massage was 3 bucks, not including the beer.

Who cares what it tastes like? It’s called Cheers and it’s in a new mega-can. Sold.

3/16

So that’s what happened to Howard Johnson’s. They concentrated their efforts in the growing Southeast-Asian market. Mystery solved.

Thai-style lounging

The aptly-named Raming lodge located smack in the middle of the red light district of Chiang Mia. I don’t know what’s up with the 6^th floor and I don’t want to know.

False advertising. Trust me on this one; I know of what I speak.

Remember the Gold Cane in San Francisco (post #1)? Apparently it has a sister bar in Thailand.

Chiang Mia was dubbed as a “must see” in Thailand. I am not so sure about that one. It was an OK town, but I sort of found it to be just another mid-sized city with a frightening prostitute-tourist ratio. Anyway, I left Chang Mia pretty quick for an amazing trip into an elephant rescue center. There were slightly fewer whores there.