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| Ok, now that I'm finally getting settled in at Swat, maybe I can relate
some of the crazy things I'm gonna miss about my summer travels....
I call this segment (trumpets flare)
THE SOUNDS OF BOLIVIA part I.
One of the first things that anyone will notice after arriving in the
city of Santa Cruz de la Sierras, is the inordinate amount of odd
sounds that wake you up at 5 in the morning...
There I would be, at some god-awful hour during the wee hours of the
morn, listening to the parrot outside my window giving me a front row
experience in pure ear torture unlike anything I have ever before
experienced. Now don't get me wrong, normally I would love to listen to
the sweet melodic melody of any normal
songbird...but a parrot is different. I wish I could have recorded it
so that I could demonstrate to other people just how wretched a parrot
can sound when it wants to act like a parrot-jackass. Unfortunately,
all I have is text, so to demonstrate, it would go something like this:
CAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
CAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
CAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
My facial expression would chronologically shift as thus:
(me, angry as fuck it was all a dream)
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| Back at swat,
after 7 weeks in Bolivia
after 2 weeks in Korea
here I am
dead tired
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A lot of time has passed since my last input. My memories of my
experiences are already fading, but what will never fade for the rest
of my life is my newfound desire to travel.
That feeling, that unmistakable gut sensation that you are somewhere
foreign and new and unpredictable...its a feeling of enthusiasm that I
find difficult to reproduce in other aspects of my life.
I want it again and
I will have it again.
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| So apparently Bolivia is in a state of unrest...
This means I gotta postpone my trip until june 16......
Meanwhile, i guess i'll look at pictures of angry indigenous bolivians
"Mate al hombre blanco (y el hombre rico)!!!"
"Mierda! El proletariado está enojado!"
"Tengo gusto masticar las hojas de coca!!!"
The story is that guys like the one above are angry about the gov's gas
policy. They want it re-nationalized and in the process they managed to
kick out a president.
Well, at least I got more time to goof off.
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| So I'm scrambling to get all my immunizations and last minute details
out of the way before I leave. Thus, I had to get a total of three
shots today.
I know some people can be pussies about shots. Heck, I used to be a
pussy about them 20 years ago. But right now what bothers me the most
is that both of my arms are so sore that I can't lift them above my
head.
This is my left arm. The shot with the round bandage was a tetanus
booster. Protects against infections one might get from scrapes and
cuts. The one with the bigger bandage was a yellow fever shot, a
nastier bigger shot that you have take up and through your tricep. Hurt
like a mofo when they poked that biatch through my muscle.
My right arm (not shown), I got a typhoid fever shot, which for some reason made my right arm twice as sore as my left.
Besides that, some cool stuff happend over the weekend. I got to visit
my buds Kamran and Carlin up at Davis again. Went to a bitchin frat
party with Kamran where some ridiculous shit went down. I'll make
another pst about that at someother point in time.
Final word: listen to T.I. "Lets get away" Its kick ass.
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| So, lots of shit happend in the past 2 weeks.
Lotta pictures to post, so here we go...
5.16.05
So I had just finished up most of my finals, and I finally started
getting my shit all wrapped up. Three words for
packing: it's a bitch.
This is approximately 1/20th of what I had to pack.
My empty room. Foot for reference.
5.17.05
Ok, so I got all my things in storage, so I decided to walk on over to
Parrish and see how some of the internationals were doin.
Apparently, there was a curry contest going on.
So we had a tasting contest.
Played some all american (and japanese) baseball after dinner with my international buds.
5.18.05
Time to get drunk. Had a mini-party for some buds right before I left for cali.
I must say, being 21 is fuckin awesome.
Places that sell alcohol are seriously hard to find on the east coast.
That's why they plaster BEER signs so we college students can flock to
em.
The score for the night. 24 becks, 24 bud, pack of ice.
Gian
Gian the homo
Jorge, representin' the bronx. Word up bro.
Everpresent game of beirut at swat. Never really played before, but apparently I don't suck ass at this game when drunk.
shea is the man!
Jorge, me, big bro Brian
And the highlight of the night...gian re-enacting a human waterfall.
5.20.05
Ok, so I had headed on home.
And to my surprise, my house looked like a haunted house.
Apparently, my folks built a new room...crazy
5.26.05 - 5.29.05
My buds up at davis had called me up and told me to crash at Davis for the weekend. How could I refuse?
Took the Amtrak.
My bud Kamran.
My bud Carlin.
Went to this cheap chinese buffet. All you can eat for 7 bucks.
I didn't get my money's worth.
uh....
5.31.05
Dude, the pixies reunited for one last kick ass tour. I luckily scored a ticket and headed out to San Jose.
Right before the show started
I'll let the rest of the pics explain themselves. Needless to say, the show kicked ass.
Thats it for now. Gonna be heading out to bolivia on the 9th.
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(me, sleeping)
(me, wanting to slap the bird silly)
(me, slapping the bird silly)
(me, roasting the bird alive)
(me, slightly confused at the inordinate amount of noise banging on my sound drum)
(me, quietly but cooly accepting my lot in life) 
