What to write about when your playing pro surf bum? Not much really happens day to day, we get up, surf, eat breakfast, surf, eat lunch, surf, eat dinner, go to bed, repeat! Usually spending 6 hours a day in the water, seems like we might be sprouting gills sometime soon.
A couple of observational dog stories:
1. Lots of stray dogs around, one which we see daily on our way to food market, has what would appear to be his testicles dangeling from the outside of his right leg. I agree, that is absurd, how could one's testicles actually migrate? I have no idea but there was no denying that testicle looking objects were infact hanging on the outside of this thigh. Maybe some mad scientist crossed his DNA with that of a flounder, who knows?
2. Most of the stray dogs are actually quite cute dispite there severly malnurished state, as such at dinner we would throw them our chicken bones, (as a side note, mostly i actually did this for my own entertainment, the dogs would in one bite, snap the bone in half and in a flash of an instant later swallow both halfs with out chewing, something about the absurdity of swallowing a bown with out chewing made me giggle)
So one night we visit our regular 1.5 inch thick, chocolate and peanut filled pancake man and he down't have the correct change, he's 30cents short so fills up a bag of mysterious deep fried parcles. Upon eating one they were actually filled with some sort of fruit filling and would probably actually be tasty when fresh, which they were not, that we didn't really care for them. Lets fatten up our favorite stray dog we figure, finding him was not difficlut as he follows us around everywhere. So we toss him one, expecting him to snatch it out of the air, as you'd think a stray dog wouuld do, before any other strays can steal it away. But on the contrary it falls to the pavement at his feet, giving it a sniff he looks as us with a, "hey, what are you trying to do, poison me?" look. I don't get it, arn't dogs supposed to be scavengers, can't they digest anything, our family dog used to eat among everything else, poop, rotten sausages, plastic bags, onions, chili peppers, peanutbutter, glass, 10W-30 motor oil, carrots and corn. Wouldn't you think a starving street dog would eat a deep fried dough treat filled with fruit? Apparently not.
This wasn't enough to make us give up though, we wanted to put a little beaf on our buddy.
Ok so he wont eat them, neither would we, so i throw him a chunk of what was recieving our vote for the most delicous desert in Asia, the 1.5inch thick choco-peanut filled pancake. Landing at his feet, he gives it the sniff test, no reaction! I expect him to look up and bite us.
Instead, he does the 'downward dog' (like yoga) and presses the side of his face against the warm delictable morsil and repeats the act with the other side of his face. "What the hell?" we say looking at eachother.
Yet this is only the very beginning of what would appear to be some sort of bizare richualistic act. A few seconds later he is upside down with his legs flopping a snapping in every direction, his neck is bent back so far it looks like it may snap, eyes rolled back in his head he is complety in another world. For a while ther we actually thought he might be allergic to peanuts and was having a siesure. But no, 30 seconds later he pops up, checks to make sure there are no rements for the other streeties, gives us a smile and trots off; happy as a street dog covered with peanut pancake!
Love US
O yes and some photos too, mostly motorbikes, not sure why but they are what we've taken pic of latley.
You can see the rest at our slide show party when we get back!
A couple of observational dog stories:
1. Lots of stray dogs around, one which we see daily on our way to food market, has what would appear to be his testicles dangeling from the outside of his right leg. I agree, that is absurd, how could one's testicles actually migrate? I have no idea but there was no denying that testicle looking objects were infact hanging on the outside of this thigh. Maybe some mad scientist crossed his DNA with that of a flounder, who knows?
2. Most of the stray dogs are actually quite cute dispite there severly malnurished state, as such at dinner we would throw them our chicken bones, (as a side note, mostly i actually did this for my own entertainment, the dogs would in one bite, snap the bone in half and in a flash of an instant later swallow both halfs with out chewing, something about the absurdity of swallowing a bown with out chewing made me giggle)
So one night we visit our regular 1.5 inch thick, chocolate and peanut filled pancake man and he down't have the correct change, he's 30cents short so fills up a bag of mysterious deep fried parcles. Upon eating one they were actually filled with some sort of fruit filling and would probably actually be tasty when fresh, which they were not, that we didn't really care for them. Lets fatten up our favorite stray dog we figure, finding him was not difficlut as he follows us around everywhere. So we toss him one, expecting him to snatch it out of the air, as you'd think a stray dog wouuld do, before any other strays can steal it away. But on the contrary it falls to the pavement at his feet, giving it a sniff he looks as us with a, "hey, what are you trying to do, poison me?" look. I don't get it, arn't dogs supposed to be scavengers, can't they digest anything, our family dog used to eat among everything else, poop, rotten sausages, plastic bags, onions, chili peppers, peanutbutter, glass, 10W-30 motor oil, carrots and corn. Wouldn't you think a starving street dog would eat a deep fried dough treat filled with fruit? Apparently not.
This wasn't enough to make us give up though, we wanted to put a little beaf on our buddy.
Ok so he wont eat them, neither would we, so i throw him a chunk of what was recieving our vote for the most delicous desert in Asia, the 1.5inch thick choco-peanut filled pancake. Landing at his feet, he gives it the sniff test, no reaction! I expect him to look up and bite us.
Instead, he does the 'downward dog' (like yoga) and presses the side of his face against the warm delictable morsil and repeats the act with the other side of his face. "What the hell?" we say looking at eachother.
Yet this is only the very beginning of what would appear to be some sort of bizare richualistic act. A few seconds later he is upside down with his legs flopping a snapping in every direction, his neck is bent back so far it looks like it may snap, eyes rolled back in his head he is complety in another world. For a while ther we actually thought he might be allergic to peanuts and was having a siesure. But no, 30 seconds later he pops up, checks to make sure there are no rements for the other streeties, gives us a smile and trots off; happy as a street dog covered with peanut pancake!
Love US
O yes and some photos too, mostly motorbikes, not sure why but they are what we've taken pic of latley.
You can see the rest at our slide show party when we get back!
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