Baby, baby, make me a loco

Confession: I'm obsessed with the idea of going to Havana before Castro departs this veil of tears. I want to see it so badly. I want to stay in a dingy hotel room, that's hot and sweaty, with just a ceiling fan making slow rotations round the room. Drinking white rum, and smoking with the old dames in their frilled petticoats. I want to experience watching a censored television...black and white... taking a trip back in time; before it catches up to the boring age we live in.

The bf has beef with the RHCP, but I love this version so much, and I dance to it so often; I'm sure he will understand. I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go!!!

Plain of Jars

I was bustling around with the TV on the other night, and saw these. Wiki says that the Plain of Jars is a "megalithic archaeological landscape in Laos". I don't know much about them, except that their exact purpose is a bit vague: some were found to have contained alcohol of some kind, some salt and some human remains. There are thousands and thousands of them.

Naturally, I'm now obsessed with the idea of seeing them in person.