my twistedntravel guideline.and.observes.

begging.
begging is a art form long misunderstood as there are many types and motives. the most obvious is hunger.and dispare. but the organized gang begging is what i see the most of here in cambodia.
street sellers. to make even a small.profit and the buyer and seller walk.away happy in the goal here. boom boom weed. no.asshole i dont want boom boom yum yum or weed. tukntuk.motomoto its a.constant.barrage markets<br>
fairnpricing<br>
the.palace.is.closed<br>
same same no no <br>
whatba differencebabdollarbmakes.butbto whom?<br>
hownto feel.good about being cheated.<br>
traffic and navigaton</p>
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western boys(old,bald,fat whitie)and.eastern girls(even money contract player or jail baiters)

Lisa  and i played this game we made up in thailand: how many old ugly fat white men with young bordering on teenage girls could we could during a simple evening out. wow i was shocked and perhaps because i have a daughter is why this diagusts me so much. wait i am no moral police and have gooed at young girls in my time but to subvert the innocence of a what is essentily a child for a great blow job, well gotta draw the line. These relationships if you can really even say reationship, it more like contract or indentured servitude. I spoke to this joker in saigon who was extolling the benefit of finding local girls to bang. I close to knocking this guy out but not my fight. seems we all go willing into.that good nite. I think what disturbs me most is the taking advantage part, like a.pawnbroker. seeing desperation and capitalizing on it.
i have been talking to many people in and out of this issue and have found the mindset behind it. more.to.follow. i think these men and i.am.talking about.you garden varity loser. mid aged white marginal.these men seek what they cannot find in life with a young impresional.woman in poverty. this is the main point of disgust. now i understand the money end from the girls.parents and becuase.of poverty and lack of education this is a growing phenonomon because if youhave a.child.you have a comodity. there is no moral compass when is.come.to extreme poverty. the values of poverty are survival. eat shelter survive. the.fact many western men in dire straights come to seasis to look for and expolit these younf women. i was in a.gogo bar til.5am.drinking coca cola which os why i stayed til.five amd was also payong pool with thewe.cool.nigerians. at about three seems a busload of questionable young ladies arrived. as thisbwas happening a sterotype approached me austrialian i think and began to extoll the vitures of the expolitation lifestyle. seems.he was.dojng well as.in the ten minutes.i was.forcednto indure.his.drivel thrss.woem approached him wnd.said.he owed them mony. abfuckin sadbstae of affairs. this issue is.captivating.fornme. and.no i do not want to.engage but i feel these realtionships and i use that loosely are.intereti.g as.both apparently  both parties must  sacifice.their soul for the gain,money for.attention and.pussy. ouch. it saddens.me.that this is so shallow.

Phnom Phen zero day

Going to skip around a bit out of order. After having a great time with Aami, my southern china flight was cancelled and had to leave a bit earlier than i wanted to and  had planned for. Arrived at the airport in fukuoka  quickly. In japan the trains are  the money timewise. The flight was delayed and i was forced to walk the airport through the duty free shops. depending on the country most duty free are jips. wandering around the airport munching on gyoza and milky candy. Not much entertainment for those stuck or should i say %ucked.
After another hour and a half, I boarded the southern airline to phenom phen. A layover for an hour in guangzou,china. wow. nice airport for prisoner transfers and cattle trades. I am not a great fan of the pushing and shoving and general lack of spacial and social awareness the chinese exhibit. I was reminded of a trip lisa and i took to halong bay where there was a 2:foot ledge and most were walking carefully and orderly. all were told to walk single file to be safe,so what happens next? a few hefty loud and tacky chineseo women push through us and almost knock us down. There was no reason to bum rush the show. No excuse me or  sorry . Then jumped in front of lisa and me  posing like kittens in human form and suddenly out of nowhere appear in the middle of our photo. Posing.full on stupid and prancing around abmormally. Anyway back to guangzou, seems you are stuck there as it is the hub for seasia.  they dont mark prices and depending on your level of thirst can and will gladly extort you for bottled water. i was tempted to drink from a water fountain or sink but after seeing, smelling and becoming acutely aware of the hygene of china's finest travellers that wore the stink of tobbacco like a cloak, decided to pass on it. whew caught myself could rant for hours on how my chinese expirence fouled me. nouf said. So guangzou airport is the poipet of china, in my humble opinion, meaning shithole. On the flight ok. there was problem with my boarding pass and only took 20 minutes forbp tweedlebdee and tweddledumb to figure out. On my way.  At this stage beat and hungry but was in no way going to sample.the recycled food that bwas being pawned upon  the weary traveller who would later no doubt visit dr who and get a liquid expirence. eck. landed in phenom phen late and had to get visa on arrival. this was a quicker better way than when lisa and i paid tea money to what we later figured out were camboodians upper crust civil servants. Simply for not going at the turtlepace we were required to pay a thres dollar bribe. I forgot to bring picture for visa but this guy was cool and scanned my pp photo for a buck. i got the business visa which allows me to update and amend for extra fiver. Was about 2 am as we landed. so i got my gear and always like to chill for 10 minutes before getting a taxi just so i can take a breath and scope the scene. nothing like being  driven around at 2AM by a dude that only see us dollar stamped on your for head. chilling and watching. pick this mellow bodian and ask to be driven to fcc. my hotel was booked that nite suprisingly tbe only nite the place i planned to stay was fully booked. dropped off at the quay at 3am. crap. so bouncing from low end to low end hotel finally landed a decent lownend room on the quay backpacker heaven. Room  was big and for the most part clean. all cool. now i am in cambodia.

Day one. Aami is very excited to see me.

First nite we go to eat and catch up. We return to hotel and just like christmas Aami cant wait to see all the gifts i brought. I got her a microscope because like 80% of kids eat their buggers. so pushing Aami towards science and math i suggest to he to pick her nose and look under glass what you are eating. tastes salty.ah soooooo. This is the highlight reel of my 6th visit.with Aami, then off to Cambodia.
Day 1: phone rings. good morning dad. Wow I am in heaven. Aami has to study as she does each morning. Great Job. Creating a habit and making sure Aami studies each morning. ring ring its 8am. dad can i come over. Yes baby i am here. Knock knock. still in her pjs and with nintendo in hand we sit on the bed and watch the latest cartoon in japanese. we are speaking mostly in japanese between us. I want her to be more bilingual. Jumping on the bed and playing doing interviews she is in great spirts and i am happy. delighted to be with my child. i think we have eaten nyc bagels every morning we are together. not real ny bagels but whatever. we sit and play chess and othello as we eat ny "style" bagels ok but come on,

Hakata eki. Here comes the sun. Aami is the center of my universe

We always meet at Hakata eki in front of Tokyu Hands,  the coolest department ever,they specialize selling  stuff used to think, explore, create, and imagine. On Aami's birthday we were together at Tokyu Hands. Aami and I were digging for real fossils in the sand and we now have a funny joke together and we both burst out laughing. The lady "encouraging" Aami to discover fossils buried in a foot of sand kept repeating " hote.hote.hote.hote" as though it was a mantra. Hote is the root of the word hotate which means scallop for you sushi lovers. In any event it was hilarious. Aami found most of the buried fossils and was awarded with her choice. obaba baka no hanashi hote hote hote.

I see her coming with a hello kitty backpack and her overstuffed purse always containing her Nintendo DoS. Tamgotchi and her yarn for cats cradle. It has been only 10 weeks since I was last in Japan for her BIRTHDAY. I spot her first and then she spots me. Daddy! Aami! Big hug and a kiss. Aami seems so much more excited to see me than the last few times we met in Japan. My guess is the almost daily phone calls  between us has begun to erase some of the confusion she may still have. I say hello to Aami's mother. I acknowledge that Aami's mom is doing a very repectable parenting job. We are now disscussing Aami's school and the petty fights she has with the 99% "pure Japanese" schoolmates. You cannot be different even though all of these kids want to be but rather than embrace and accept her they bind together to tease and bully  her for her lack of almond eyes and jet black hair. These traits and features are the most commonly changed by japanese teen and adult women, kinda twisted. Welcome to Japan.

Aami is doing very well with her haiku poetry and won a local school award and has made a movie she is quite pround of.Things are improving and I see and feel that clearly each time we speak, skype or see each other. Suprisingly for me; I am slowly having a clear and present impact on the life of my child. We, all three,walk hand in hand with Aami slight skipping  and swinging between two parents that love her. to go get Aami's favorite ramen. How amazing! A child's world can be so simple,honest,loving and genuine. We check the luggage at the station and head to eat.

Flight from New York to Fukuoka

;-)I always pack at the last minute and this trip was no exception. I awoke early with those butterflys that flutter in my belly in anticipation of adventure. challenge and the unknown. Off for a 2 month journey that has me in my first week spending time with Aami, then off to Cambodia, back through Japan to see Aami before returning to New York to finish out the summer in the city. Packed very mobile and light, its hot in SeAsia. I packed a classic tan linen suit I got made in Vietnam last time I was in Vietnam with Lisa. This suit reminds me of the French Indochine influence in asia and of an old world charm and elegance. To counter the classic suit, I packed shorts,tee shirts and chinos. I packed a weeks worth of clothes and laundry will now be a weekly effort out of necessity. I learned my leason the hard way last trip with Lisa. I over-packed and had to battle to carry and pay for extra baggage(which actually cost more in one case than the tickets for both lisa and me combined). I packed a second bag stuffed with gifts and books for Aami; Dr. Suess, microscope, an awesome painting ala Andy Warhol by my friend and gifted artist and a custom bound blank book for Aami to write down her Haikus.

Grabbed a gypsy cab to Kennedy Airport. I am not flying my usual JAL,ANA or American airlines.I found a great deal on Eastern China Airlines that stops in shanghai for a day and was 825 roundtrip, unbelievable. Mentally preparing for the" you get what you pay for" that for some folks still justifies an extra grand because the food sucks a bit less and you dont have to pay 3 bucks for a can of coke. For me my choice of airline makes no difference when you're stuck in a flying armpit for 15 hours. The less I spend on the flights the more often I can go to Japan and see Aami. The flight check in and all the basic travel stuff, patted down my balls, checked my bungole for a hidden cavity I think they might have suspected me of trying to smuggle urine on the plane. TSA:  observationally. . . you need to question why idiots,morons or mentally empty people are placed in authority positions and not given the ability to understand common sense and respond to rational questions. "Read the sign sir. but but i can't read chinese. well then i guess you is stupid. cause  i work here and i know what it means."
The Plane was crowded and I had a window seat. and as a bonus I learned chinese from first class,business class. economy. Despite being a few inches from one another the chinese feel the need to shout and go all nasal. I cant hear you. what are you deaf? what? what, the louder you speak the more others understand you. this works quite well when learning a foreign language.

Landed in Shanghai. Taxi to quite charming airport hotel where I dined on red meat( not sure what type, but did see some dogs,cats and horsed that seemed to be at a town hall meeting with local officals brandishing knives and forks) with sliced peppers and a jaunticed chicked thay call cochine chicken, it egg yolk yellow. Dinner was great. I was exhausted.

Blink of an eye early morning flight to Fukuoka. Never flew directly before to Fukuoka before. On all my trips to Japan I always ued Narita(Tokyo) and rail pass to get to Hakata Station. Overall quite an awesome deal; saved 575 on rail pass and airport in Fukuoka is only 3 stops from center of city.
I used like spending  a few days in Tokyo before seeing Aami but now I could care less and with the money and time I save by flying into kyushu, more time with Aami. Hurray!!!!
In a nutshell have discovered a more streamlined travel plan and the minor annoyances during long travel will always be present, so might as well save some bucks and go straight to Aami. The only reason I go to Japan is to see my sweet precious child, makes sense to cut to the chase and all the extra un-needed effort.

I am spending the week with Aami. This time it's my birthday. Seems both Aami and me got the same great gift,in fact perhaps the greatest gift parents and children can give one another, time to connect and build a strong and loving relationship. Yea baby daddy is home because home is where the heart is.

So little to do and so much time. Wait, Strike that. *Reverse it*

Getting ready.. Running around at the last minute...I always wait til the last minute.So be it. Got all my papers and cash correct and am having dinner with my beautiful GF. No tears. Going to be a real opportunity to find the lost tribe of Billy. A stir in the pit of my stomach. Flight tues afternoon. A day in china. Aami I love you and cant wait to see you. My journey is more important than the end point. I have seen the most important things in life, love and the pursuit of happinesss. More to follow....Stay tuned.