First of sixty-three 24 hours...

Nothing like a Halloween night in Bangkok to awaken my senses. Actually, the flight to Bangkok gave me a few flavors for what I will be expecting.

One, the Vancouver line-up to get onto the plane reminded me that in Asia, it is the pushing game that will get you there quicker - where ever there is.

Two, the flight to Tokyo offered a seat surrounded by Punjabs of North India, all men, with their own definition of personal space - a space is not your own.

Three, a little in-flight emergency somewhere over the Pacific Ocean bewtween Russia and Alaska - an elder man choking on his already cruel meal of canned chicken for dogs (sorry, the meal wasn't that bad, but the chicken did taste like it came from Chunky Soup cans). Since customers were turning a blind eye, even when the flight attendant went running down the aisle yelling, "Choking!", I needed to make a move. Of course I weasled from under my meal tray and jumped to help...I didn't know how to say, "I can help" in Japanese or Hindu or Pinjab so instead, the flight attendant took my sharades gesture that I wanted to hold the choking man's food tray. Right. He started making sound and I said, "Yeah!" They looked at me confused. "Sound is good," I said, "keep it coming." The sound was a little disturbing, but nobody seemed phased by the gargling cough - that's just India, I guess. Anyway, lesson number three. Chew my food.

Tokyo to Bangkok was nothing but a blur since I drugged myself up...the wine helped too.

Now, I'm in Bangkok only to witness Ronald McDonald, the Kokanee Sasquatch, and hundreds of blinking devel ears in the street of Kao San Road - all for the sake of Halloween. I know it sounds odd, but it's normal here. Anything goes on Kao San Road. I'm staying in a super modest guest house one block south of the beer traps called the Green House. My next flight is to South India where you probably here from me next!