check out our hotel,
the spa where we got massages and facials yesterday,
the bar where we spilled drinks on paul smith carpets and ate peanuts for peanuts,
and the restaurant in a converted old house where we were hovered over like royalty in flip flops, and ate an unbelievable 3 course dinner for two (including rock lobster pad thai) for around $30.

yes, we're feeling spoiled.

here's your chance to wash away 2004,
choose your own loi krathong adventure.
we sent one off last night, with flowers and coins and secret scrolls of paper that we can't tell you about.

in honor of loi krathong, an offering to the river goddess:


goodbye little elph. you were my friend, my rock, my confidant. and your 6,500 photos will live on in our hearts and in iphoto.

please leave your condolences or a favorite memory about the little guy in the comments section below.

happy thanksgiving from bangkok,
and to all a good night.

nevermind nirvana.
this buddha booty is 150 ft. long, 50 ft. high.

*
it's


Ping Pong at Patpong
a la Tom Robbins:

If the purpose of advertising copy was to attract maximum interest, this was the most successful ad copy in the history of the medium. Even those passersby who'd rather fall down a flight of stairs than actually attend a genital stunt show were galvanized by the sign. Women were shocked by it, amused, intrigued, perhaps secretly inspired. Men were titillated, wonderstruck, maybe even piqued with a subliminal pang of vagina envy. Whether awed or disgusted, no one could ignore it--and, moreover, unlike 95% of Madison Avenue's handiwork, this ad was truthful; if you ventured inside (and Dickie had done so once or twice, back before he fell in love), you witnessed everything that was promised and more.

Still Dickie was a bit disappointed to note that the wording on the sign hadn't changed in at least a decade. Not that he expected or wanted this sex show to start including live frogs on its program, as was currently the rage in Nana Plaza, yet considering how technophilic Thailand had recently become, he easily could envision an addition on the order of:

PUSSY ACCESS INTERNET

looks like this is as close to the beach as we're gonna get.
yeah, thanks muifa.

hey why bother landing when the food is the "best chinese in the air"? how bout we just circle bangkok a few more times and stop off for a quickie (refuel) in pattaya...

go little sushi go
and one final message from tokyo.

day 3. meiji shrine.
oh i wish...

day 3. harajuku.




*this post has been endorsed and ripped by gwen stefani.

japanese kids are the cutest ever.
except for max, zoey, olivia & sophie.

we have no idea what this is. do you? it looked a lot like grits made from the guts of a jellyfish, and smelled like... ugh. i'm a little ill right now just thinking about it.

if you can help us identify this gelatinous bowl o'goo,
you win the prize.