Rrad Iomano Papa Cango

Welcome to another edition of Ten Gently Speaking, ladies and gentle

men sluts and bastards, pricks and cons and everyone in between. I'm coming to you

from Copa Young, Thailand again, although this episode won't be uploaded until I

get back to Bangkok in a few days where I am hoping I'll have an internet

connection that will allow such things. There are problems in paradise. I must say I

love it here. It's beautiful. I hope to come back many times. But there are

sandflies. There are mosquitoes. There are most annoyingly very energetic little

flies everywhere. Not sandflies, not biting flies. Just your basic garden

variety house fly. But they're the very energetic type and very insistent. So,

you know, it little bastard will land on your right kneecap. You've shoot it away. It flies in a

circle, comes back a second later to the exact same spot. You shoot it away again. It flies. It

comes back to the same spot, the same spot. There's no reason. There's nothing on my kneecap

that's particularly interesting to a fly. I have to believe that doesn't exist

everywhere else on my body. But they're just willful that way, which makes them

particularly annoying. They're not dangerous. In fact, the Thai people here say that

this time of the year the flies are clean because they're not landing in shit and dead bodies.

They're landing in the fallen cashew fruit that's everywhere bestows this island like

red giant bird shits. We were having pizza the other night and one fell from a tree

over the table and landed with a splatter and thud right next to a woman's plate. It's

like a bird shit, the size of a tennis ball. Imagine that. Just splatter everywhere.

Anyway, what other problems are there? Well, my big problem in paradise is that if

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