Monday, March 19, 2007

Conversations On the Road

Memorable about this trip wil be the conversations. With the Russian man in the train station:

So what are you dressed up as, a monk?

Yes, I'm a monk.

So you believe in Buddha?

I believe in goodness. no response...

I believe in wisdom.no response...

I believe in peace.

Oh, peace and love, right?

Well, peace.

Oh, peace.

His wife: Oh, I'm sooo glad I'm sitting beside you, I feel sooo peaceful.

Or the conversation with the Canadian border guard:

Where do you live?

Uh, actually, I live in Thailand.

Thailand? So you joined one of those... monk groups? Those... I forget what they are...

Buddhist.

Right, Buddhist.

Right. I joined one of those Buddhist monk groups.

How much cash do you have with you?

Zero.

silence

Last but not least, the conversation between two of my lovely Canadian countrypeople sitting next to me:

When I get home I'll call my honey.

Your what?

My honey. My baby. My sweetheart... My boyfriend?

Normally only men call their girlfriends honey.

Really?

If human beings don't keep exercising their lips, he thought, their mouths probably seize up. After a few months' consideration and observation he abandoned this theory in favour of a new one. If they don't keep on exercising their lips, he thought, their brains start working. After a while he abandoned this one as well as being obstructively cynical and decided he quite liked human beings after all, but he always remained desperately worried about the terrible number of things they didn't know about.

-- Douglas Adams