Glimpses...

Penang teems with resorts, sure, and jet skis and fake Rolexes and

pink-haired Russians looking for sex massages. But beyond all that,

night in night out, is this.

Friends: Arif, Syam, Ali & Lockman.

Thanks for the book and candid conversation.

The nuts were very very tasty, if not a little dry.

A dare: when the monks aren't looking, jiggle the rods of each of the bells, closest to farthest. Then backtrack, flicking each of the little golden chimes up top. Spin quickly leftwards and see Bangkok consume your entire periphery, the bells and chimes chittering behind you. Then suck it all in.

Flags fluttering south, Bangkok.

Not a draft of wind, not a soul in sight; Bangkok Wat.