The Gobi's Edge
I'm now in a town the name of which I couldn't pronounce when I read it and cannot remember now. I can't remember things I can't pronounce. It's on the edge of the Gobi, which we left today, and which was amazing. Really amazing. I'm reeling with amaze.
I'm also ready for civilization. By that I mean: chairs, tables, showers, hot water whenever I frieking want it, and that glorious drink that makes kings and gods out of whores and beggars, coffee. Ah, for a cup of coffee at a table after a shower.
Kevin, to my dismay, there are no inter-gers. Sorry, I was hoping too. But these people hang cheese, not wires from their ceilings.
Jef, I really wish I could have participated in your video experiment in narcissim.
Mary, we're going to have a catfight over my dog. Not really. It's a comfort to me to know he's with people who love him.
I'm also ready for civilization. By that I mean: chairs, tables, showers, hot water whenever I frieking want it, and that glorious drink that makes kings and gods out of whores and beggars, coffee. Ah, for a cup of coffee at a table after a shower.
Kevin, to my dismay, there are no inter-gers. Sorry, I was hoping too. But these people hang cheese, not wires from their ceilings.
Jef, I really wish I could have participated in your video experiment in narcissim.
Mary, we're going to have a catfight over my dog. Not really. It's a comfort to me to know he's with people who love him.
posted by Desiree Byker at 5:53 AM
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How about we go for coffee December 25th. On me.
-Chicken Bone
You will fare far better in India. Major cities have coffee bars like no one's business. "Baristia," is a personal favorite. You must try the saag panner panini. Also the frequent chai breaks provide a nice jolt of sugar and caffiene.
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