As I lie in a hammock I wonder what stories these hammocks could tell or the guitar sitting in the corner. A few weeks ago there were two French girls here and one was playing the guitar for a long time, sure not much of a story there but it was just nice to be there for that. I remember being in Edinburgh Scotland at the hostel when a band from Spain broke out and started playing. One guy I met on the beginning of my trip in Antigua would go to the market and buy mangoes for the homeless. When he would get to the hostel he would say mango party and would cut up fruit for whoever was there. Last night a really drunk guy was getting in everyones face and I got him to leave the area I looked at the locals and said peeba which means crazy in laos. Peeba is a huge insult in Laos and you would never call someone you don't know that. All the locals laughed when I said it. It made me feel like a part of the community scaring away the drunks and communicating with the locals. I would like to think they had respect for me for doing that. There was one night in Australia where there were pools in the bar and furry elevators. After the bar one night we went to hungry jacks a girl we were with wasn't happy with her order, and ended up getting a second free burger which I ended up sharing with someone. Then there was the time I was dancing on a pool table with Koreans dancing to gangam style and pulling up other Koreans to dance.
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| Take for example this picture you know there has to be a story with this picture |
Now I wonder how many other stories haven't been told.
free like the wind
my life
my choice
my time
Tuna Tom
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