I promise I don't want to be writing you guys. This whole writing everyday thing is totally fucking with my I don't miss anyone or anything image. However... So much has happened since my last e-mail, and so much will happen before my next, that if I don't keep constant records I'll forget it all. So without further ado...
Right after the e-mail I went to Seeing Hands Massage and got an hour long massage by a blind man. I was in a small room lit by a crappy neon bulb. There was a curtain for me to change behind which didn't make much sence to me seeing as how my guy couldn't see. The massage was pretty good. He started off to soft and when I asked him to go harder he started to turn off the fan... harder? hotter? harder? No! no no! More strong. Oh he giggled (still blind). After the massage I had some good pork noodles for a buck and then we set off in Morris' car for the Mekong River. Morris drives like he thinks. The streets are literally filled with bikes and scooters driving very fast and very close together. Any given scooter is holding one to four people including the driver. The most adorable is when someone is driving and a little baby is standing in between them and the handle bars. Happens all the time. When we got to the river it was time for Fear factor. Morris took us to a stand covered in cooked bugs and birds. I ate tarantula legs and a beatle. They were flavored well but the fact that I was eating bugs still made me want to gag. Lay Today took a big bite out tof the tarantula's ass and eggs spilled out. When we got to the river the eating of ross things was hardly over. There was a stand with eggs boiling in a pot. They took one of the eggs out and cracked in open on a plate. Out fell a half grown bird with a yellow placenta like sack attached. I as always was the most adventurous of the bunch and decided to give it a try. The took a scoop out of it's rump with a spoon! It tasted like undercooked chicken. It was gorss but not awful. The Mekong is huge and meets with another river to form a largen body of water. I took a minute away frmo the group to sit and be quiet. It was well needed and a great time to think. Morris loves to play with the kids. there are no shortage of begger kids and morris' loves to fuck with them. He offers to shake thier hanmd and then pulls it away when they try. He does the sdame trick weith candy and money. Usually when he finally gives it to them he grabs them by the arm and asks them questions which if they don't answer promtly he shakes their arms so hard I was worried he 'd dislocate their shoulder. It's kinda horrifying but the kids are really into it. This crazy old white guy is like nithing they know and they think it';s really funny. After the river we went out for dinner, but I was already slipping into a coma. I was very tired and needed to sleep. We got back to the house at 6:30 and I immediatly fell asleep on the hammock. I had a horrible nights sleep . Woke up at 2 and was up for aroun three hours in the dark. At 6:30 Morris decided it was time to go. We were given about a five minute warning. There was a huge scuffle to get into the jeep on time. All the fulltime staff made it but Phil who came to video document the whole thing was too slow and was left behind for the first half of the day. We went to dim sum for breakfast. Dad and Jordan... oh my god. So much. So good. So cheap. From there we barged into a school for English and went up intio their main office. Isaac had bought a cheap guitar and we had a little song session to the horror of the head of the school. Morris had been here before and had started a dialogue about starting a medical training program. We continued this conversation in which morris acused the head of the program of being cortrupt and tried to hiure one of her employies. His plan for Cambodia medicine is great but he is rushed and... runnning out of time... Onward! Another place to continue this conversation and them to the buddist Monestary. as we parked Morris exclaimed, "they really hate me here." I don't know what he did there because as we pulled up there were a group of teenage boys playing a game of "hackysackish" The game is hackysack but the thing you kick is kind of like a badmitton birdie. I played fior the whole time we were there. Shit... I'm out of time. I have to go and I haven't gotten to the monkies or the swimming pool. PLease understand that where I am at in my story right now is only 10:30AM. I still have much more story to tell and it's only 2:30! I'm off to get a new suit and my teeth cleaned!

Until next time.