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Hermann Kleefisch

7:50pm ICT Tuesday 11 May 2010 (day 14657)

OMG, today I totally met an inspirational guy named Hermann Kleefisch. He's inspirational, not just because of his awesome name, white Abe Lincoln beard, or his white beret, but because he wrote a book titled "Around the World at 87"

And that's 87 as in eighty-seven years old when he wrote the book, and he's still kickin' it today with a happy humming whistling attitude.. wow oh wow!!

Basically I had to go to immigration to convert my single entry visa into a multiple entry visa. Most people there (including me, to an extent) were all more concerned with being first in line and beating the system and getting what they came to get. A man, humming a little tune, came and sat near the back and I was like, "I'm glad you're singing! It's nice to see someone happy even in the immigration office." and he goes, "well, there's just no other way to be! I was in the war and nearly lost my life so now every day I'm alive I just remember that and I'm happy!" (or something like that, but more awesomely put).

We chatted for a bit, and he eventually took it a step further and showed me a square shape, on which I recognized an image of his face, and then "Around the World at 87" and then realized it was a book! I pulled out my wallet immediately, "how much is it?" and bought it on the spot. He signed it, and gave me his email address, and we took a photo together. I'll put that up now.

Er, later, after I get my iPhone pictures synched.

How's Thailand

7:41pm ICT Tuesday 11 May 2010 (day 14657)

"How's Chiang Mai?"

It's hot and awesome.

High temperature for the next several days:

39, 37, 39, 38 (C)

and I love it!!

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I moved from one guest house to another cause it's a lot closer to my school, plus has a garden, swimming pool, free breakfast, and much nicer facilities all around. yay!

Guess what room number I'm in?

1111

Nice.

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It's totally been great! I've got a fantastic place with pool and garden, just five minutes' walk from my school, which is equally great, for its own reasons.

Have my own room with a locked cabinet (my lock) where I keep my computer when I'm not here. The only crime so far is being charged tourist prices, but I'm okay with that.

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I'm optimally set in Chiang Mai; living in a private room at Imm Eco, featuring a large clean pool, breakfast buffet in the on-site restaurant, and all set in a large garden. Really a lot like paradise, I believe! Just $9 per night. :-) It's 5 minutes' walk from my school, and I've been enjoying the classes well. :-)

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The blurbs above were taken from emails I've sent to people who've seemed interested in my travels.

memory man joke

##21:03 Tuesday 11 May 2010

A tourist is on holiday in Arizona USA. He's staying in a remote frontier type town and walks into a bar .

He orders his drink and sits down at the bar when he notices a native American Indian, dressed in full regalia, feathered head dress, tomahawk, spear, the lot, sitting in the corner under a sign saying 'Ask me anything'

The tourist is intrigued and asks the barman about him.

'Oh, we call him the memory man, He knows everything.' says the barman.

'What do you mean he knows everything?’ asks the tourist.

'Well, he knows every fact there is to know and he never, ever forgets anything'

'Yeah right' says the tourist.

'If you don't believe me, try him out. Ask him anything, and he'll know the answer'

'Alright' says the tourist and walks up to the Memory Man.

'Where am I from?'

'Knotty Ash, Liverpool, England' says the Red Indian. And he was right.

‘Alright’ says the tourist, ‘that was easy you probably recognised my accent. Who won the 1965 FA Cup Final?'

'Liverpool' says the memory man quick as a flash.

'Yes and who did they play?'

'Leeds United' again without blinking

'And the score?'

'2-1' says the memory man without hesitation.

'Pretty good, but I bet you don't know who scored the winning goal?'

'Ian St John' says the Indian in an instant.

Flabbergasted, the tourist continues on his holiday and on his return to Birkenhead tells all and sundry about the amazing Memory Man. He just can't get him out of his mind and so he vows to return and find him again and pay him his due respect .

He saves his dole money for years and finally twelve years later he has saved enough and returns to the states in search of the memory man.

He searches high and low for him. And after two weeks of trying virtually every bar and town in Arizona he finds him sitting in a cave in the mountains, older, greyer and more wrinkled than before but still resplendent in his warpaint and full regalia.

The tourist, duly humbled approaches him and decides to greet him in the traditional manner..

'How.'

The memory man squints at the tourist.

'Flying header in the six yard box.'