Born To Lose

Weather

There is no such thing as bad weather…





if you ask me...

From Shack to Breeze

Offshore reading. Kurt Vonnegut - Armageddon in retroperspect, Orhan Pamuk - Snow, Paul Harding - Tinkers. 

Offshore listening…Candlemass

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A Day In The...

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Heading ashore

At anchor for almost a week. Went in to town and back on a choppy ride. Ships all over the strait waiting for their turn to deliver or load. Google Earth showing limitless jungles and unreachable mountain ranges just a short distance inland from this human oasis on the Borneo coast. A good place to do an Everett Ruess.

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Rope's End

Offshore Moods

The light and color tone, the mood and the contrast all depends on time of day, height and the distance of the sun, on weather patterns. Even more so out here on the open sea since there is not much else distraction between the naked eye and the horizon. The short time between the fading sunlight and a starfilled sky can be witnessed as the coffee in your cup mug is drained. Seldom heavy sea on this part of the Borneo coast, often flat and calm.

Barking At The Moon

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Old Man And The Sea

15 hours from the South Eastern Borneo coast. Over a kilometer of water under the keel and cloud formations more visually powerful than seen in a long time. Open space and a whole community of man made structures in full power
taking on mother nature. Fishermen gather at night for a sure catch under fluorescent light from steel rigs and platforms.

Your Own Demons

"Thats what you did. You died. You did not know what it was about. You never had time to learn. They threw you in and told you the rules and the first time they caught you off base they killed you. Or they killed you gratuitously like Aymo. Or gave you the syphilis like Rinaldi. But they killed you in the end. You could count on that. Stay around and they would kill you."

Ernest Hemingway - A Farwell To Arms (1929)

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Night Ride

Guys Growing Up...

A couple of months ago I took some photos of the 4 puppies I feed and shelter down here in Songkhla ( Photos HERE ), been some water under the bridge since then, as in their mother died of poisoning and I gave two away to a client who wanted guard dogs at his work place. Doby, below (named him from that twat character in Harry Potter, look at him!) and the girl stayed. I will be leaving this place shortly so lets see what happens, life can and will mostly play you a bad deck of cards if you are a half stray in this eat or be eaten environment we're in right here in southern Thailand.

Love to wrestle and roll around in the dirt...

Big brother (Deng) is now 15 month old and the supreme Uber ruler in the yard between 5pm and 7am i.e. when I'm home. He knows the rules, chase away people straying in the work yard. One problem though, IF you stop and pat him on the head he is your best friend forever. The Thais never have the balls though...

Yard Dogs - Revised

Been here in Songkhla working on my bluecollar project for over one year by now. And since then seen 2 generations (10 puppies in all) either get killed by poison or taken away during the night. Saw on TV that you get about 100 baht (US$3) per puppy, stolen or not, sold to pet stores, street vendors or private homes. Easy money for the slackers down here I am surrounded with.
Of the last generation two remained after 2 month, one disappeared and the other got poisoned. My wife nursed him for three days on our balcony before he died in his sleep. This time we got 7 whereof 4 have survived the tricky first weeks. Law of the nature and only the strong pass evolution, survival of the fittest.
With improved shelter and proper food to make 'em fat and happy we shall see. Being the pack leader, I will train these little ones into K-9 terror/attack freaks, snapping at any little brown guy entering the safe area where I keep 'em…LOL!

Getting used to the dry stuff. Still second to the real deal though.

Didn't have a proper camera, but you get the idea.