another one of those The Beach entries

before anything, i am going to assume you've seen the movie, The Beach. i have been rambling about it on some entries before as i recall.

do you know that scene when Richard(Leo di Caprio) had to go back to the mainland with Sal(Tilda Swinton) because they needed supplies(they referred to it as Rice Run)? when, after being in "paradise" he is thrown into the mess of superficial, short-lived happiness of the city? (yeah, what's your point?)

As i was walking through the streets of Paceville, the party/clubbing center in Malta, i felt as if i was in Richard's shoes at the very same scene in the movie. I was walking around and hearing his voice-over playing in my head while drunk and probably drugged up tourists were making fools out of themselves.

RICHARD  

Now I understand why no one wants to come 

for the rice. 

INT/ EXT. BAR. NIGHT.  

The bar opens out to a street just back 

from the beach. It is busy.  

Sal and Richard stand at the bar with their drinks.  

SAL  

So how does it feel to be back in the world?  

RICHARD  

It's not like I remembered it. 

SAL

It gets worse every time.

i don't remember when i started to not enjoy that scene. i don't think it was because of one event that turned me. i say it was more of a gradual acceleration of disgust. though, i feel older with these feelings. i feel like i am thinking way too much. wanting to just kick back and relax instead of spending loads of money for happiness that lasts barely until the next drink of the night. i never did an every weekend party/clubbing thing. if i did, it's more for the company that i'd go out. it's sometimes makes up for the hassle though. sometimes, it can be a good night out but compared to how many times it's just mediocre-bordering-bad, my judgement is that it's really not worth it.

it's not the way i travel as you have seen from past entries. i never put a night out because there really hardly is. though, i try. Amsterdam, Berlin and Barcelona are supposed to be known for their party scenes, so i figured why not try. one thing though, it's not good to go out at night when you're travelling alone. safety measures alone should keep you from doing so. i may have been drunk(more passed out) once during this whole trip. i posted it here to commemorate it, the one with me passed out on the train after an event in Venice.  also, i was under the influence of a muffin in Amsterdam which in retrospect was one of the stupidest ideas i've had.

i am not criticizing those who like it. in fact, i envy them that is if they truly enjoy it and that its not only for the 'coolness' that is associated with it. 

anyone want to go out tonight?

goes and wanders

RICHARD (V.O.)  In fact the more I thought about it the more I realized that none of this world made any sense to me. I'd left it behind. We all had, and in its place we'd found somewhere special, and we were determined to keep it that way.