wickenden / Don LaVange

Was the first time I went to this place…
I worked for WordPerfect Corporation at the time. I went with a small entourage, including Bruce. It was quite a few years ago:

This is what I remember:
we lost our luggage at the airport. That meant one more day in those horrid clothes I’d just lived in for who-remembers-how-long the flight was. But the next day, with my luggage back again safely, deliviered by the airport, things were looking better. I stayed in a very fancy tall hotel, hollow on the inside, like the marquis in New York, only nicer.

I saw very little of the city, I did go to parks in the morning and watched the serenity of the tai chi denizens (or whatever it was, I think I looked it up once, but don’t remember). I did order a suite from a tailor, but it fit horribly, and I threw it away. It was pure silk and beautiful wool.

I remember the food in the hotel, the “chinese cusine”, was impeccable and flavorful. I went to the Indian section, I also toured some mosques and temples. It was an amazing trip. I wonder if I took pictures? If so, I haven’t seen them in years.

I think the thing that sticks out in my mind was that park close to hotel. I felt a strange and desired essence in that place.

As a birthday present, my lover sent me to see the String Cheese Incident play in Costa Rica. It was a wonderful trip, 2 days in the jungle watching the Cheese and Keller play.

It was a very short trip and I was a kid. I must go back again.