Maybe It's More Like "Doo De Do Dee". . . .

You know those twilight-zone moments? When you see something or hear something, and all of sudden the world is weird and you see everything differently? Where "doo doot doo doot doo doot DO" plays in your head for a second, and some kind of trippy truth hits you with a strength it's never hit you with before?

Well, I had one of those this morning. I was sidesaddle on the motorcycle taxi on the way to school, speeding along at a our usual gut-twisting speed (especially considering the shit condition of the roads) when we got stuck behind a slow-moving pickup truck. This truck was going painfully slowling in the left lane (the slow lane), probably because the bed was filled with Buddhist monks in violently yellow-orange robes. The sat on benches on the sides of the bed in sandles and sunglasses, all with shaved heads, chatting casually.

And all of a sudden it hit me. I'm in Thailand.