Long-time no blog...

Sorry about our absence of blogging, as any of you who know me from high school might recall, I was totally going to do it tomorrow. Anyways, first and foremost, check out our flickr, which we have totally updated, so you should be able to see all of our pictures up to today. We are at an internet cafe right now typing away at record speeds trying to get some good blog updates for you. Well I am feverishly typing a blog and Dave is reading some other blogs. He is trying to figure out who McCains VP is going to be, while our reliable sources (read: the internet) say Sarah Palin, he is still hoping it is going to be some sort of Hillary Clinton/Joe Lieberman hybrid. Hybrids are always good for the economy, right?

So lets talk about Chiang Mai, right after we last left you, we took an overnight train to Chaing Mai, which is much better than a 12 hour flight, but much worse than teleportation. However, the drawback to that is that in order for teleportation to occur, the old Molly and Dave would have been destroyed in order to recreate a new Molly and Dave in Chiang Mai, but we don't know if they would have been able to get around, so obviously that solution was out. When we arrived in the morning, we hopped in a cab, and a new friendship was formed between Molly-Lee (Thats our celebrity couple name) and Jack the Cabbie. Jack Dropped us at our hotel, and told us he would come back in an hour, so that he could take us to Doi Suithep (a temple on the top of a mountain). Dave had read in some terrible book that we would be able to climb the 14 km mountain to the the top on some footpath, and along the way see some cool forgotten Buddhist monistaries.

When Jack came to pick us up, we told him that we wanted to go to the base of the mountain so that we could make the climb. First Jack laughed, never a good sign. Then Jack got angry and kicked us out of his cab, because he never would have come back to pick us up if he had known that we didnt need a ride to the top. This ended our short friendship with Jack the cabbie, as drove away, he told us he was going to spend his day sitting at the base of the mountain just waiting for us to come down. And again I doubted Dave/Fodder's plan, yet still I followed him to the mountain. After talking to everyone at the base of the mountain it became clear that this magical footpath did not exist, and we were going to have to take the main road, which had no shade, with two small bottles of water up to the top. After a small fight, I decided to mope my way up the mountain just to prove Dave wrong. Just as I was starting to get into the climb; we had even taken several side trips to some near by sights and waterfalls-we ran out of water. We made it up an impressive seven kilometers not including our side trips, so either way we did pretty well.

Then we saw a temple, the end. See you next time on the Molly and Dave show.