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well as no one no longer reads these fabled pages of the phantomatic word; and the reflection on my new moments and snipets of consciousness that they procreate with, i dictate that i have a journal to myself, a record of preserving myself and my emotions vis a vis travel, on a system that could survive our current Zeitgeist of budget travel and commodifyed experience, into a realm of a newer more brutal brutality, think Inca, think Aboriginal, think west, think again,what exicitement and new found horrors lay ahead!! truly wonderfully ghastly!! it is to be a man, to have the liberty as i have, right now in England and the world! And so it becomes that i acknowledge Blake when he suggests that there is no collective consciousness, just millions of indepedent minds, each with a indivdual consciousness acting to their own volition, experience becomes something highly original, spectacular infinity! such as i find it so!!!! And with a cheerful boast and no money i head to the Scottish island of Rum to toast the night, and sleep o'er vales and under stars! they, who rejoice at the dark delights of thine eyes! as we gaze at each other against the ark of time.

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Tanger Management with the human insects

" i am not an insect, i am a human insect"

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in short i have been on this jaunt mindful of the consternation i have for bad english weather; as it is dastardly and terrible, especially in the way it instigates the passage of pie into my mouth and causes the inches of my hithertho well formed waist to expand. somewhere lurks dark lunar musings. anyway Sevilla was pleasant enough, nice and temperate, tapas, beer , the alcazar, the giralda, lovely islamic gardens, the smell of spring, orange groves and piff tiff walks by the river, pause serial number d55650 and tosh and off to gibralter which is seemingly and inplausibly existing under British traditions, traditions which quickly disspated my excitement as i crossed the runway in the night, only to be confronted by mothercare, motherfucker! more like, the resident apes were all drinking in the local pubs and cheering on manchester city, tax dodging man city barbary macaques! the whole lot of yers... however the apes on the rock were charming and inqusitive lil scamps plus they only attacked me three times, me thinks the plastic bag full of bananas and muffins was a bit silly on my part te hah, so i came down from the mount to the half way moon and cable station where i lay down, back to the vertical drop below the ramp, and face gazing up and the cliffs, full of raptors, gulls and other noisy birds, a piece of metaphysical manna, then i desend into Tarifa for beautiful sunsets, soothing winds, greek takeaways, singing birds and views over to Morroco, which i visited today on what was possibly the most exciting few hours of my small bastard life, chapter to follow..............

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Speeding Demons: Lao Smiles

whispers from afar

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Lets recalls this trip to Laos from back to front, in reverse...

I have arrived back from a sojourn that has taken me to the gate of Hades, where i have gazed upon the abode of the dead; i have burnt 25 km of spine crushing, stomach compacting road with such a dextrous turn of hand and speed of mind, the warm mud bent to my will; I Have howled in pain as my blood swam forth from my body; and i Have gazed at the monstrostiy of darkness and space that inhabits the unending pitch into nothingness that we humans call caves; I have swam in cool open water, spreading its matter as if a human bomb; I have seen the path where no Farang tread, and jumped the bamboo gates; i have seen the glistening bodies of tiny children reflected on the lagoon; and encountered brilliant white smiles amomgst the snorts of baby pigs. I have travelled in the clouds amidst the mountains, in a world of bandits and guns..and wandered around ancient Wats with intelligent gaze; I have travelled the mighty Mekong and seen those gently awful stirrings that seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath. I Have my friends and fiends, enjoyed this trip to Laos!

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Amazing Thailand:

betwixt and between:

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OK.. Its been a while since i made my presence felt in the fantastical online community.. Even though nobody reads my diary anyway............. So after swimming with huge parrot bumpheads and making eyes at evasive black reef tip sharks.. we depart from our tropical island commune... back to Singapore/// here we are living in a huge high rise block of flats with 360 panoramas of the city, the port.. and the swaths of people..... jetting in and out of their corners having a brief meal betwixt buisness deals ooh.... Rach went to Perth and flew out into the night:

We'll collect those lonely parts and set them down
You come here to me........

After a night in a lonely hostel.... off to Chiang Mai to meet the enigma and mystery they call the Brain of Giles and his Valentine.. after wandering a myriad collection of streets in Thailand i arrive back at my hostel in a semi drunken state only to see his face against the black night calling my name so we swonce off for drinks, chats.... and end up in the armpit of Chiang Mai..... SPICEY nightclub.... dear mother of Love this place is where you come to shit out your humanity and self respect.... not Graham and Marelle anyway.. me: i ended up in a pathetic catatonic stupor... when will i learn some level of restraint?

met them the next day for a lovely day of walking and WAT exploration.. where we were blessed by a Buddist Monk... marvelled at the intricate architecture.. and wandered the streets... sitting for drinks by the river pong before... watching some Muay Thai ranging from kids to powerful athletes.. its technical also brutal.. the men love it.. they go crazy the arena is old and dilapidated.. i love it too... bloodied faces......... entertainment

So the next day we depart at 8.30 for some Elephant riding... up in to the mountains... north of Chiang Mai.....my elephant is tiny and small.. maybe a lady boy elephante..... Graham and Marelle have a huge mutha of an Elephant which Graham quickly sets his will to commanding.. with considerable sucess. on seeing those two jellies on this huge beast i have to stop and consider the advice of Creighton Abrams "When eating an elephant take one bite at a time." mmmmmhhhh as it turns out Graham was partially consumed by the ticks on its hairy head... but i have no doubt that the elephant could have been eaten whole if they set their minds to it.. no doubt.. alas enough of these thoughts... the Elephant ride took us on a short loop round the jungle road.. with various elephants stopping off for a snack of leaf or such type... After Lunch we make the excursion to the waterfall through the jungle; betwixt this we stop off at Hmong village tribes.. they sell Coca cola, they are used to tourists..... so not much of an ethnographic encounter.. interesting nonetheless.. Our journey contines though a myriad collection of river rocks, bamboo bridges and challenging scrambles..... we are rewarded by the refreshing splendour of a giant jungle waterfall in which i swim like a dungong.... and graham joins me... amazing...... We Trek back..... through the jungle over a hill extending above the surrounding terrain .. ofering the eye grand Vistas of the valleys and mountains beyond................................................................

Back to Camp for White Water Rafting.. at this point i am in danger of shortcircuiting from the tiredness in my legs... Graham and I sit at the top of the raft. Marelle at the back... some girls are betwixt of our persons!! we paddled downstream to be met by powerful awesome waves they nearly sucked us over.... i couldn't stop from laughing.. forget the log flume this was serious fun being in the midst of this power was awesome, thrilling.. bashed from side to side.... without life jacket it would be excitingly dangerous .. maybe you would drown.. whoa!

Today i visited the famous Wat .U Mong Thera Jan... an old set of Buddist tunnels with Shines at every turn.. It was like being in the midst of something old.. mysterious.. the dark tunnels lit by candles... the waft of incense everywhere.. monks, prayers chanting.. in the darkness... Buddas dimly lighted by the candlelight, obscured by the waft of insense smoke, murials on the wall.. completly awesome.... so Thailand has been amazing so far.. living up to its tag Awesome Thailand.. heading to Laos soon i think.. a river trip down the Mekong to the Ancient Indochine city of Luang Prabang...

Adios

It's in the way that she walks, her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart

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A HISTORY LESSON

Melaka

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Sultanate of Malacca Malacca was founded by Parameswara, a Srivijayan prince who left Sumatra in 1396 in order to further his enmity with the Majapahit Empire. According to a popular legend, Parameswara was resting under a tree near a river while hunting, when one of his dogs cornered a mouse deer. In self-defence, the mouse deer pushed the dog into the river. Impressed by the courage of the deer, and taking it as a propitious omen of the weak overcoming the powerful, Parameswara decided on the spot to found an empire on the very place that he was sitting. He named it "Melaka" after the tree under which he had taken shelter.

Parameswara converted to Islam in 1414 and changed his name to "Sultan Iskandar Shah". What started as a fishing village then grew into the most important port in the region, attracting traders from Java, India, Arabia and China, and served as a stopping point for China-India trade during the two monsoon periods. Mass settlement of Chinese, mostly from the imperial and merchant fleet occurred during the reign of Parameswara, occurred in the vicinity of the Bukit China ("Chinese Hill") area, which had among the best Feng Shui (geomancy) in Malacca then. Sultan Iskandar Shah died in 1424, and was succeeded by his son, Sri Maharaja.

Unfortunately, the prosperity of Malacca attracted the invasion of the Siamese. Attempts in 1446 and 1456, however, were warded off by Tun Perak, the then Chief Minister. The development of relations between Malacca and China was at that time a strategic decision to ward off further Siamese attacks.

Because of its strategic location, Malacca was an important outpost for Zheng He's spectacular exploration fleet. To enhance relations, Hang Li Po, allegedly a princess of the Ming Emperor of China, arrived in Malacca, accompanied by 500 attendants, to marry Sultan Mansur Shah who reigned from 1456 until 1477. Her attendants married the locals and settled mostly in Bukit China.

A cultural result of the vibrant trade was the expansion of the Peranakan people, who spread to other major settlements in the region.

During its heyday Malacca was a powerful Sultanate which extended its rule over the southern Malay Peninsula and much of Sumatra. Its rise help to hold off the Thai's southwards encroachment and arguably hasten the decline of the rival Majapahit Empire of Java. Malacca was also central in the spread of Islam in the Malay Archipelago.

Malacca was conquered on August 24, 1511 by the Portuguese viceroy of India, Afonso de Albuquerque and it became a strategic base for Portuguese expansion in the East Indies. Sultan Mahmud Shah, the last Sultan of Malacca took refuge in the hinterland, and made intermittent raids both by land and sea, causing considerable hardship for the Portuguese. Finally in 1526, a large force of Portuguese ships, under the command of Pedro Mascarenhas, was sent to destroy Bentan, where Sultan Mahmud was based. Sultan Mahmud fled with his family across the Straits to Kampar in Sumatra, where he died two years later.

The Jesuit missionary Francis Xavier spent several months in Malacca in 1545, 1546 and 1549. In 1641 the Dutch defeated the Portuguese to capture Malacca with the help of the Sultan of Johore.

The Dutch ruled Malacca from 1641 to 1795 but they were not interested in developing it as a trading centre, placing greater importance to Batavia (Jakarta) in Indonesia as their administrative centre.

Malacca was ceded to the British in the Anglo-Dutch Treaty of 1824 in exchange for Bencoolen on Sumatra. From 1826 to 1946 Malacca was governed, first by the British East India Company and then as a Crown Colony. It formed part of the Straits Settlements, together with Singapore and Penang. After the dissolution of this crown colony, Malacca and Penang became part of the Malayan Union, which later became Malaysia.

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