I always seem to either attract freakiness, or know someone who does so. Usually it makes for a funny story, more often than not it involves a mad escape through a series of steam tunnels at 3am on a Sunday morning. Some of it gets up here (if I can hack enough words together to make a coherent sentence afterwards), most of it gets thrown back somewhere that I can only seem to access at 3am on a Sunday morning after I decided that going to the steam tunnels seems like a good idea because nothing can possibly go wrong.
I like to go to places that are weird right off the bat, it increases my odds of running into something cracked. Turkmenistan was the first country I went to where the whole place was off-beat and off the beaten track. As I sit here right now, putting off writing my thesis, I think about all the random stuff that has gone on, and wonder how much of it was contextual - to either only me, or perhaps to the situation - and wonder how funny it really was.
Then I remember getting naked in front of the put of fire and calling out to the fire gods, and I realize that, no, *some* of it is actually pretty damned funny. I'm going with 60%.
Life is good. Thesis is draining. So much on the go I don't know where to start...I think I just thought of something cool to put in the Turkmenistan section. Check it out. Tell me which side of the 60% it lies on!
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