On my last night on Bali, Gabriel, my Spanish friend from China showed up. He had a new job and with it financial security, so he brought a liter of Johnny Walker Black with him. I've sworn off the purchase of such extravagances until such time as my travel-values begin their inexorable change back to working-values, but that doesn't mean I could possibly refuse to enjoy one of the worlds finest upper-middle-price-bracket blended scotch whiskeys. And enjoy it I did. Oh lord.
After two flights and a twelve hour bus ride, I'm in Chang Mai now, waiting for a ride out to the farm. I feel like I need a break from the easy holiday of Bali life and the farm is a perfect solution. I'm find myself looking forward to shoveling chicken shit and building callouses. It's been too long.
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