A grace-in-the-small-things-post.
1. Nice cab drivers.
2. Cheap beer.
3. Clean sheets
4. Maid service, even if they do wake me up at 9 am.
5. Room 423, even if the bed is crap.
6. Thirty ringgit full body massages.
7. Random conversations in dark corridors about freud and the unconscious.
8. Being amused at how terribly hungover he is right now.
9. Sitting at a table over indian food, listening to six different languages being thrown back and forth.
10. Trying to learn how to live without certainty and yet not be paralysed by fear or hesitation.
Oh and also, internet access in china is erratic at best (30,000 internet police!) so if I suddenly stop posting, it just means I haven’t found another working proxy server yet.
