April 25, 2013 - Outside of Dark Cave (Hang Toi), Phong Nha-Ke Bang National Park
WHAT AM I DOING HERE I SHOULD BE IN VIETNAM
That kind of says it all doesn’t it?
I don’t really need to tell you that we drove up the side of a mountain (monkey mountain) and over it to get to the beach. We drove our motorbikes along the winding road and there in the wind was dirtdust coloured red like Mars, lifting off the baked dry ground in a fog. The jungle crowds the road. Branches hit your helmet if you don’t duck in time. At the top you can see the cove that is secret beach. It is a tiny stretch of sand cupping the foot of the mountain which hulks big and green and red and rocks and jungle under you falling into the ocean which defies the horizon in my memory, so big I cannot recreate the perspective of it in my mind in order to try to describe it - it is only everywhere you turn as far as you can see, glittering and blue like a second sky…
Hthedoppelganger:
Anjelica Huston and Jerry Hall, ca. 1970s
Kiki doing mah eyeliner before we hit da club ca. 2013.
And that is Bras pouring us champagne in the mirror.
(via bohemea)
Please choose to believe that any details of my travels which you find worrisome are fictional. I will try to pepper in some of the following lies, just to help you to believe that I’m embellishing my stories:
Then a monkey jumped out of the tree, straight for us. It screamed and its little devilish arms reached out for me, but Brasley smacked it right out of the air and then it just ran away.
The man only had one eye but I felt I could trust him.
I’d only been surfing once before but I thought, “I’m a strong swimmer, I’ll be fine.”
He told me that he could only be prouder of me if I’d survived a knife fight.
Tiger traps aren’t traps containing tigers but snake liquor is actually liquor containing snakes. As far as I know.
I felt confident going in because I’d been briefed about how to get out of South East Asian prisons alive.
