In Bangkok for the night. I'm making my way southeast to see Koh Chang, the Cavanaughs, and possibly Cambodia. Not sure I'll make it there, though. Relaxing on an island for three days just sounds too good to pass up in favor of a 6 hour one-way bus trip. Hmm. Decisions, decisions. If it's rainy like this, though, then the decision-making process with get correspondingly easier. The guest house I'm staying in here is actually really nice. Now that it's raining and cooling down a bit, it will be perfect. Nice wood floors, wooden walls, with good decor and everything is spotlessly clean. It's called the Tavee Guest house, and surprisingly was not in Lonely Planet. I must let them know.
Night food market, Bangkok.
Well, I've seen approximately two streets in Bangkok. Not exactly a well-rounded view of it, but it seems like any other big city from what I can see. I did manage to avoid being ripped off by my taxi driver, and I was pretty proud of that. He tried to charge me a flat 450b fee instead of running the meter. It ended up being 360, thank you very much. Ha. HA! I showed him. That's such total crap, though, because a taxi from the airport to my guest house is 360 baht in Bangkok, whereas my entire bus ticket to Mae Sot last weekend was 307 baht, and that was a 6 hour ride. Poo.
Canal in Bangkok at night...can't really see much.
I'm really tired, and it's only 6:21pm here. That is sad, my friends. Sad. I did get up early, I guess. Had to finish packing. I was really worried about my luggage being overweight, so I purged a lot of unnecessary items, like my almost-empty shampoo and conditioner, hydrogen peroxide, some sunscreen, all of my socks except the ones I'm wearing (they were gross anyway), a tank top, and finally parted with my overworn and fallen apart but much-loved BareTraps sandals. As I laid them ever so gently in the trash can I couldn't help but feel they deserved a grander send-off. They've been with me for so long and through so much. They've been all around the world now--Europe, Asia, North America. I suppose it's fitting that they were laid to rest in a far-off land, albeit in a trash can. I'll always remember those sandals. They never gave me blisters, no matter how far I walked in them. They were a good 'ol pair of shoes, they were. I took a picture of them so I can email BareTraps and ask them if they still sell them. Obsessed? Possibly. In love? I plead the 5th.
There's a little kid in this internet cafe running to the door and then to the back of the store as fast as he can. Oops-he just fell down. And now he's back up, running to the door. Touch the door, run to the back. Down again. Back up. How long can this possibly be entertaining? Okay, now he stopped.
Bah. Yesterday was so adrenaline-filled, today feels so tame after that. Anything would feel tame after that, I suppose. Every time I think about falling off that platform, my heart starts to race again. It just felt like there was nothing attached to me at all, it was unlike anything I've ever done. Coolness. Hm, I'm going to look up bus times for tomorrow. More later.
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