Bugtastic, eh what? Chicken rightly notes I spend a great deal of time in front of the 'puter. Beautiful view, she says. Remember she speaks Thai with English words, much as I speak English using Thai. We speak Thainglish. So where, exactly, is this view? It is everywhere. -Why not ride enduro? Why not indeed? Bugs. Enduro hasn't started for a week. Takes a little while. She's assembled a little oddly. Kicking the starter while sitting on the seat has created an interesting scar on my right calf. So after tapping it once I get off. Two more kicks and she chortles to life. Get back on the seat. Head for the parents' gate, ours is closed. Weave through the motos parked in their carport, On pulls out ahead of me, off I go. The instant I'm off the road I'm in a bug mist. Some of you have heard my comparisons to New Hampshire summers. I think this is apropos bug density. Not as regards species, o no. Blog falls down on fascinating data here, rectifying. Unless you have been here and there you cannot conceive the difference. Tangents... humanity has lived here a long time. We are performing natural selection, have performed. Wasps here are not agressive. NH, we had yellow jackets. Notably lacking. Here we have silk worms. Cows look different, chickens look different, it's the other side of the planet after all. I should spend a little more time describing living things. The snails with giant feet. The swarms of baby geckos. The incredible variety of dogs who have been allowed to pretty much run their own civilization. Tangent to be developed later. Germaine to bug fog insofar as these ain't my grandma's bugs, o no. But I worry less about roaring through it than I did hiking as a lad. Still worry more about cobras then I used to, but this area has been settled longer than most of Merka I wager. I hope the cobras moved out a while ago. Especially after I wander a while, get lost, and wind up riding through undergrowth and deep mud. If I were a cobra in San Kampang I'd hang out there. Such a full menu of frogs! As a biped on an enduro I find them more of a fascination for bouncing off my feet than mouth-watering delicacies but I imagine. Goodness gracious, I am astounded at the wide readership of my lil blog! First Paah mows the back forty, reducing my local cobra worries, now a gop (frog) has moved into the guest bathroom. S/he must have gleaned at least two reaons... the inadequacy of spiderly tenants and my lack of apetite for the froggly. Maybe three inch square, predominately dark green with light green and black racing stripes, triangular, s/he's a beauty. And best of all s/he's snarfing bugs at a most pleasing rate. Yay!
050907