Working on a movie is a pretty cool thing. I'm meeting people that worked with Stallone on Rambo. I'm surrounded by creative minds and problem solvers. I'm making friends from another part of the world.
And it's exciting!
The other day a coworker was bit by a monkey. I watched an elephant put a bomb on a truck. I rode a rubber raft to set one night in the dark because it was the only way to get there. Oh, and the food on set is spectacular.
Then there's the other side. I'm staying in a shitty hotel fill of mosquitos (mosquitoes?). I've officially eaten too much rice. I'm done with rice. Fuck rice. I'm stuck in a small, hot room 12 hours per day doing something don't particularly enjoy.
I'm calling that last bit "paying my dues" for the moment. But I'm not meant to be someone's assistant. I resent being told to call someone and get information about things when there's a phone sitting beside that person. I resent catering to their strange requests solely on the basis that I "might learn something" because they've got more experience than me. Don't get me wrong, I've learned a lot but I hate feeling like I'm someone servant. Its a mental thing, a bizarre mistrust and dislike for authority. Maybe I'll get over it one day, but probably not.
On the plus, I'm headed to Laos in 5 days. Never been to Laos... let's see what happens.
L
Showing posts with label chiang mai. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chiang mai. Show all posts
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Fish Massage
No, not part of the ping pong show you dirty dirty girl...
All over the big cities in Thailand are shops that have these fish tanks out front. They're full of little yellow fish. For about 3 dollars you can put your feet in for 15 mins and the little water breathers will swarm your feet like crazy little pirannas. The deal is that the eat dead skin.
Well on day 2 of my trip to Kho phi phi I neglected to sunscreen my feet. They burned horribly, to the point they blistered. Yesterday, when I decided to come to Cambodia, I had to book a train. Once you book with an agency someone delivers the ticket. So, with a half hour to kill, and feet that were peeling like a single mom with a Coke problem, I said what the hell.
I tell the lady at the travel agency/scooter rental/fish brothel that I want to try. So she washes my feet, gives me some flippies, I paddle on over to the aquarium of horrors and dunk in my shoe trees.
Well my friends, I was attacked. My feet were enveloped in a school, nay! a swarm of fish. At first it was not really pleasant. It was a very strange almost electric sensation. But then it felt good, real good. It was like having hundreds of little fingers massaging your tootsies.
People walking by gave me strange looks. Apparently moaning in ecstasy while getting, quite literally, eaten by fish is taboo. I just said " fuck you! You can't judge me! If fish foot love is wrong I don't want to be right!"
Actually I politely said "yeah it's weird at first but it feels kinda nice, you should try it" but I had ire in my heart, don't doubt it!!
After 20 mins the girl came back with my ticket and I had to give up my life of sub aquatic piedal decadence. For now.
All over the big cities in Thailand are shops that have these fish tanks out front. They're full of little yellow fish. For about 3 dollars you can put your feet in for 15 mins and the little water breathers will swarm your feet like crazy little pirannas. The deal is that the eat dead skin.
Well on day 2 of my trip to Kho phi phi I neglected to sunscreen my feet. They burned horribly, to the point they blistered. Yesterday, when I decided to come to Cambodia, I had to book a train. Once you book with an agency someone delivers the ticket. So, with a half hour to kill, and feet that were peeling like a single mom with a Coke problem, I said what the hell.
I tell the lady at the travel agency/scooter rental/fish brothel that I want to try. So she washes my feet, gives me some flippies, I paddle on over to the aquarium of horrors and dunk in my shoe trees.
Well my friends, I was attacked. My feet were enveloped in a school, nay! a swarm of fish. At first it was not really pleasant. It was a very strange almost electric sensation. But then it felt good, real good. It was like having hundreds of little fingers massaging your tootsies.
People walking by gave me strange looks. Apparently moaning in ecstasy while getting, quite literally, eaten by fish is taboo. I just said " fuck you! You can't judge me! If fish foot love is wrong I don't want to be right!"
Actually I politely said "yeah it's weird at first but it feels kinda nice, you should try it" but I had ire in my heart, don't doubt it!!
After 20 mins the girl came back with my ticket and I had to give up my life of sub aquatic piedal decadence. For now.
Friday, January 28, 2011
Keep Stirring and Keep Smiling - Thai Cooking Class
Chiang Mai is great. Friendly, easygoing, less hustle than Bangkok. Really nice people.
Tonight I took a Thai Cooking class. Fantastic. The guy was a ham and kept us laughing. Picked me up at my hotel and drove me and 6 others to the market. While there we toured from vendor to vendor while he described what curry paste is, what noodles are made from, the difference between coconut water, coconut cream and coconut milk is. What are vegetables, roots and leaves, and what can you substitute?
Tonight I took a Thai Cooking class. Fantastic. The guy was a ham and kept us laughing. Picked me up at my hotel and drove me and 6 others to the market. While there we toured from vendor to vendor while he described what curry paste is, what noodles are made from, the difference between coconut water, coconut cream and coconut milk is. What are vegetables, roots and leaves, and what can you substitute?We then load up in his truck and hit the country where his house is. In his garage/back yard/patio he's assembled a series of 20 cooking stations. We washed up and got to work creating 4 Thai dishes. Every technique is explained...how high the heat should be, how to cut each thing, what do you eat and what is just for flavour...
When we were done we ate, got a cook book and a ride home. It was fantastic, highly recommended.
The food we made was amazing, you guys are in for a treat when I get home.
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