Yesterday Patrick went with me to a reputable rental car business and I have for a week this Nissan Tiida. Tomorrow I'll drive to Muscat to get my diploma attested at the US Embassy so I can apply for a road pass, which to be honest, I really don't need or want. I've managed this far without it and I know I wouldn't cross into Al-Ain every day, let alone every week, unless there was an emergency, like something dental. There are plenty of dentists in Buraimi and everyone one them is scary. I don't know why dentists from India or Pakistan have a different value system than the west, saving, preserving, keeping fit, this is good, but any ailments are a cause of bad karma and the dentist becomes an instrument of my penance? I don't think so.
So, nothing happened on Easter. Yesterday was Earth Day, nothing happened, and today, I let the rowdy girls out early after working on using when. I am happy when I trek in the mountains. When I trek in the mountains I am happy. I am happy when I am swimming in rough surf. When I am swimming in rough surf I am happy.
The recent Walter Mitty flick was surprisingly good and sad and so so in a few places. Just hit the road, dude. Of course you'll need money. And that is why you sent your cv to a Buddhist Monastery in India? Yes, sort of. I'll have enough saved up to go there and teach monks 'What up, dude?' for six months, then return to Nepal for another five months before I have to look for another job. What a crazy life you lead, dude. You just can't settle down, can you. I want to, a nice beach would help, mountains absolutely, a significant other, human, animal, extraterrestrial, give me something Om otherwise we're gonna keep wandering.
When I leave work in thirty minutes I'll return to my flat, make a cup of tea, watch the news or this sometimes interesting series called Dr. Emma, I think, and then it's time for the bi-monthly haircut for only $2.50 plus tip. This young Keralan usually gives a nice neck and shoulder rub to boot. Sigh.
So, nothing happened on Easter. Yesterday was Earth Day, nothing happened, and today, I let the rowdy girls out early after working on using when. I am happy when I trek in the mountains. When I trek in the mountains I am happy. I am happy when I am swimming in rough surf. When I am swimming in rough surf I am happy.
The recent Walter Mitty flick was surprisingly good and sad and so so in a few places. Just hit the road, dude. Of course you'll need money. And that is why you sent your cv to a Buddhist Monastery in India? Yes, sort of. I'll have enough saved up to go there and teach monks 'What up, dude?' for six months, then return to Nepal for another five months before I have to look for another job. What a crazy life you lead, dude. You just can't settle down, can you. I want to, a nice beach would help, mountains absolutely, a significant other, human, animal, extraterrestrial, give me something Om otherwise we're gonna keep wandering.
When I leave work in thirty minutes I'll return to my flat, make a cup of tea, watch the news or this sometimes interesting series called Dr. Emma, I think, and then it's time for the bi-monthly haircut for only $2.50 plus tip. This young Keralan usually gives a nice neck and shoulder rub to boot. Sigh.
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