Half-Moon Party

Forgive me, I wrote about the Half-Moon Party in verse (I just can't help myself)


'The Things I Do For Poetry'

black lights
in the palm fronds
make every
tooth
appear purple

silouette behind
big screen
dances to the DJ

every other
male shirt
off
phosphorescent painted
faces chests backs

mad mushroom ecstasy
trance mob

arms flailing

heads swiveling

all bikinis and navels

thai whiskey red bull

sit and watch

talk with French girl,
Ludivine,
who likes words like
ennui
but none of that here

her younger sister
brought a bucket
of vodka

red bull

and the brutes were chasing her

girl in corner
arms around knees

crying

displaced

Ludivine laughs

I laugh

the night thrashed
until strobe
chaos
turned to sun

but I left
long
before
that


Keith Anthony Francese
(8-29-2009)

30+ hours of bus travel (in two days)

The bus from Chiang Mai to Bangkok was 12 hours. I slept for a few hours, ate phad thai, and browsed through a half dozen bookistores. At six in the evening I got another overnight bus to Suri Thani. At ten to six the next morning, the bus dropped us all off at some dilapidated bed and breakfast in the middle of the countryside. Not one of the road-weary travelers knew where we were. Morale was "low," at best. One girl in a beige tank top fell asleep on a picnic table on the front lawn as the sun came up. An eager-to-drink young Brit, named Neil, started calculating in his head and figured we couldn't be far from the pier we needed to be at to catch the boat to the islands.

To make a long story short, a large passenger van came at 8:30. Everyone jumped excitedly to their feet and scrambled for their oversize backpacks. For it was unspoken that the capacity of this van was fifteen, maximum, and there were twice that number of us.

When the driver approached, he said, "Kho Phag Nan."

Many of the faces frowned in disgust, and disbelief. Only a portion were going to Kho Phag Nan. The others were headed to the neighboring island, Kho Samui.

Inside, my heart was doing gleeful little somersaults, but I didn't want to gloat. As flatly as I could, I shook hands with Neil and told him I looked forward to seeing him at the "full moon party." the following Friday (when he would be on Kho Phag Nan).

It's amazing how quickly strangers can bond during trying experiences. And, needless to say, those two hours of clueless waiting as the sun rose and began to get beat-hot were extremely trying (one indistinctly Scandanavian couple lost their collective "shit" and were giving each other the silent treatment). It also says volumes about one's character who can endure such events without any noticeable signs of disturbance. However, such a character was absent that morning.

So, I got to the boat about 9:30. Then I waited some more. I sat with a Kiwi (from Christchurch) who has been living in Melbourne for the last five years. He confessed that he felt like Melbourne was his "home." I told him I felt the same way about Seoul. There was a young Korean man, with two Korean girls, on the boat as well. Once I heard them speaking, I said, "Hello," in Korean. Though visibly surprised, they didn't seem eager to talk.

At ten o' clock another van of passengers boarded the boat, and in came Neil (with a big shit-eating British grin). The boat dropped him and the others off at Kho Samui first. This time he feigned nonchalance at the fact that I had another hour on the boat and he would be having a "bucket" on the beach.

Although my initial plans were to get a longboat to take me around to a quiet, secluded beach on the northeast, I struck up a conversation with the aforementioned Kiwi and a Scottish girl, named Claire. It was brought to my attention that there was a "half moon party" that evening. The decision was clear: get a room on the loud, popular beach, Hat Rin, go to the "half-moon party," and search for quiet and secluded on the morrow.

Although that last bit is in the past tense, as I write this in my little notebook, it is 10 p.m. and I am heading to said party shortly. Details on that to follow.

Additionally, it should noted, as soon as I hit the beach I spent three hours in the water. I am pink all over and my skin is unusually warm. I fear the shower in the morning.

Foot Massage Addiction

As promised, here is a short description of the harrowing tribulations of one foot massage addict.

Imagine a world wherein a massage parlor exists every fifty yards. These are not the massage parlors of North America, mind you. These massage parlors employ only the most well-versed, trained, consummate professionals. These professionals have mastered pressure points, oils, foot reflexology and a whole other slew of stuff I don't have the vocabulary for.

Imagine in this world people do an average of three to four hours walking every day. the climate is tropical, the sun is much more intense (because it is actually nearer)...the sweat is profuse.

Imagine a world with tuk tuk crowded streets, exhaust shooting into the air, horns beeping, dogs barking, peddlers shouting...

Inside each and every one of these massage parlors is a fan, an air conditioner, and soothing exotic music.

The average foot massage costs around 180 baht, or $5 U.S. dollars.

The oasis of calm and relaxation that is offered is more than the average human can bear (man and woman alike). The event is so serene that snores are not uncommonly heard.

Therefore, I am on a foot massage tear to rival that of any Brooklyn/Dublin junkie (and his/her preferred substance of abuse).

Catching up on my reading....

I have done more reading over the past 8 days than I have in the previous two months (which makes me feel incredibly satisfied). I reread Dostoevsky's Notes From Underground (for the third time). I think that will forever remain one of the most powerful, and important, works that I will encounter in my lifetime. I am far from expert, and some of the concepts are still difficult for me to comprehend, but it never fails to have a significant impact. I plan on rereading at least once more in the coming weeks.

I have also reread Fante's 1933 Was a Bad Year. His stuff never gets old. It hits me emotionally as well as makes me laugh incessantly.

As of this afternoon, I am halfway through Christopher Hitchens' God is Not Great. The fact that one man can have such a vast knowledge of all of literature, be it philosophical, fictional, or historic, absolutely blows my mind and makes me wish I had completed more schooling. His achievements as a war-correspondent are equally impressive. He does come across as brash and arrogant, but I think he has earned the right. This book should be mandatory reading for anyone living today.

Exiting Chiang Mai

The next two days I spent riding around town and checking out Chiang Mai. It is a really small town compared to Bangkok or Seoul. There are a lot of travelers, but they usually only stay for a day or two and then are off on a trek through the jungle or to Laos.

Tuesday night Katy took me to a Jazz open-mic night and I couldn't believe how crowded it was. People of all ages and all races swarmed on the place and the mood was one of exuberance. People just happy to be around, and in, a place they know is special.

Wednesday afternoon I said good-bye to Chiang Mai with another foot massage and the promise that I would someday return. I took an overnight bus to Bangkok (which was nightmarish due to the horrible road conditions). Sleep was impossible because of the constant dipping, shaking, swerving, bumping, and creaking: a twelve hour bus ride, overnight, with no sleep...

Upon arriving in Bangkok at 6 a.m., I booked another "overnight" bus to Surathani and then found a room to catch up on my sleep.

Apparently it is going to take four business days to get a China Visa. Getting to Tibet may prove to be an ordeal, albeit a worthwhile one.

So, tonight it is another 12 hour bus ride for me. Following that, a two hour boat ride, I believe. At the end of this trek, I will be on the beaches of Koh Phag Nan and, hopefully, not going anywere for a while.

Huay Tung Tao

On Sunday, I got over my fear of motorbiking and rented one. Katy and I drove 12 km north out of Chiang Mai and went to a lake called Huay Tung Tao. The bike ride was thoroughly enjoyable, especially once we got away from the city traffic and onto the highway. Once we arrived at the lake it was cloudy, but honestly one of the more beautiful places I have seen in Asia. Her friend Quentin came along and I could not pronounce his name correctly, in French, for the life of me. We all wanted to swim, yet I was the first one who actually went in.

Afterwards, we went for mexican food and it was quite good.

It was all quiet and quite relaxing. Good day!

Chiang Mai & Julie's Guesthouse

I arrived in Chiang Mai on Friday afternoon. The first thing I did was take a tuk tuk to the guesthouse I wanted to stay at. The one most highly recommended in the Lonely Planet was Julie's Guesthouse. It is by far the most inviting place to stay (aside from some expensive hotels) within the city center. Chiang Mai's city center, or what they call old city is surrounded by a moat and has four entrance "gates." As soon as I got my room, I dropped my stuff and went exploring on foot. Inside the city center there are over 60 temples. Unfortunately, the majority of them are currently closed for maintenance.

Friday night, I met Katy, an old friend from Korea who has been living in Chiang Mai for 6 months, and she showed me the town. Showing me the town mainly consisted of meeting some of her friends/co-workers, bar-hopping, and dancing until 4 in the morning.

Saturday it rained. I met Katy again in the afternoon. Neither of us were in the mood to do much so she took me to a shopping mall on the back of her Honda. Considering Asian traffic, I have never felt comfortable driving a motorbike within city limits and this was no exception. By the time we got to the mall she was laughing at me and how nervous and rigid I was. We wandered around the mall and she showed me a massage menu at one place where they had, and this is not a joke, a "Golden Finger" massage. The "Golden Finger" massage is a massage of the male sex organ is supposedly good to maintain a healthy urine flow. Katy dared me to get one, but after careful deliberation I couldn't bring myself to do it.

We walked past the cinema and discovered that the new Tarantino film, Inglourious Basterds, had just opened. We bought two tickets for a show starting an hour and a half from then. Then we went to get massages while waiting for the movie to begin. I got a foot massage at a place where all the proceeds went the nearby retirement home. More on my foot massage habit later.

Inglourious Basterds was truly a treat! It was my first experience in a Thai movie theatre. Before the film began, a one and a half minute tribute to the king was played on the screen and everyone in the theater rose and stood for it (much like the national anthem at a ball game in the states). That was a unique experience. About the film itself, both Katy and I loved it. It was equally as violent as most other Tarantino films, but there was a maturity within it that I don't think I have seen in his other stuff. I am greatly anticipating where he will go and what he will do next.