A fine meal

Anne picked us up from the airport in Phuket. She and Stephenson used to work together in Manhattan but then she moved back home to Thailand awhile ago. She drove us to her house and her mom cooked us a fine dinner. Then we took motorbikes down to the festival. The temples have festivals to raise money. You can get beer in towers and little children horse around in inflatable plastic balls floating on shallow ponds for 10 Baht. It seems like there's a finite amount of breathable oxygen in those bubbles but what do I know I'm a film maker not a doctor. You get two little guys in there and I bet you got a solid 20 minutes before brain function begins to slacken. And by then they're dun tuckered out.

The scooters are manual shift with no clutch. You just let off the gas and stomp into the next gear. It's not the smoothest method of gathering speed but it will get you down the road. There are many potholes and cracks in the road but you just keep an eye on where you want to go. If you gawk at the potholes you're going right over the handlebars and straight to hell.