Welp, finally edited some clips I took while traveling.
Its not fantastic or anything, as I focused mostly on pictures.
But there IS a a clip of me scaring Katherine.
And kids singing to me.
I’ve been testing themes out like crazy over at the photo blog so bear with me.
Its fun to edit new themes. Until they makes you throw your computer out the window.
Anywho, I have been updating so check it out.
At some place in Chiang Mai that our tour guide took us to. I don’t remember the name. Maybe Katherine does.
I call it white and gold pointy place.
If you click and maybe zoom in on the picture somehow, you can see that my shorts ripped mid cartwheel.
I was SO Sad.
Favorite pair of shorts…..it also sucked walking around showing your crotch to everyone for the rest of the day.
Gabe: Hey Katherine! Can you take a picture of Greg and I?
(takes picture of my ripped shorts)
Cartwheeling Wat Phra Singh
This happened almost everywhere we went.
I would set up for the perfect shot.
Then BAM, Katherine would pop in right at the last second.
I am almost positive she did it on purpose.
Fancy pictures are, again, over at the other blog.
Here are some random photos from our first couple of days in Bangkok.
I have updated the other blog with the “fancy” photos.
The Bangkok Cartwheel of course. I think this is at Wat Pho.
First night girly drink.
Beer is good.
Actually, Katherine and I drank a lot because that was the only way we could handle each other.
The Asians took an interest in the white folk I travel with.
Getting arrested for trying to steal gold shiny things.
This is how sexy I looked when I traveled.
Oh Apartheid. You were such a bitch.
Yup. I camped in Africa with my backpack as my pillow and just a small blanket.
Worst. Idea. Ever.
In the Langa Township, we went to a bar located in the heart of the town. Turns out most bars are owned by women and they brew the beer themselves in these barrels inside the shack.
They put the brewed beer in a big tin can with a handle in order to pass it around. In the picture our host needs to take the first sip in order to prove to everyone sitting around the bar that the beer is not poisonous and won’t hurt you.
The beer was a little sour, but other than that…I drank the most from the tin. No surprise.