100 Days On A Beach

Last night I jumped out of bed at 3 am; woken up by a giant, roaring thunderstorm. It has been raining heavily ever since. The streets are muddy at best, whitewater rivers in many parts of town. The beaches are deserted. Tonight JJ's Playground, one of my favorite late night beach-front drinking spots, has one last party before it closes down indefinitely…

It's official;
the rainy season's in town.
I don't care all that much.

Today it's exactly 100 days since I left Belgium.
Rain or sunshine, as long as I'm east of Islamabad, it's all good.

Days go by while I read, run, crush poker, linger on beaches, drive my moto, drink, party and smoke the good stuff… I'm a lucky one to live like this. Or, maybe, I just don't feel like I've got anything to loose. It's all good.

When it rains I play poker. When it rains some more I watch episodes of Mad Men or mess around with the latest social media. Like all hipsters you can now find me on Pinterest, the Facebook for illiterates, and I started publishing a daily online paper The Sihanoukville Gazette. Lastly, I'm not quiet sure what happened but since Khmer New Year my Twitter sort of exploded. Just ask any of my 13K followers...

Anyway, I'm doing fine.

100 Days on a beach
You really should try it one day