If the first two nights in Bangkok were screech, than the last two nights would have been a 300$ of crys-tal. I hooked up with my Lake Louise amigo Lindsay over the weekend, and what a fantastic set-up! Apart from being an excellent host and catching up on the good old days, we lounged by the pool all day incurring a rather rank sun-burn, which is fine because it would be the first time this ol' white epidermis has seen any real sun since last august.
Lindsay teaches at a place called International School Bangkok, north of the city, and the basis is this: Well-to-do amabassdors, business men and the like need somewhere for their kids to get their learn on, so this is that place. Wide encompassing, three gymnasiums, banana trees, a COY POND for god sakes... just a taste of how these children get educated. If the kids have it good, then the teachers certainley get to reap the benefits of this scholastic situation too. Lindsay has a beautiful apartment with a little deck, AC, internet, spare bedroom...basically everything you couldn't get for under 1000$/month back home.
I do have to congratulate Lindsay an myself for our tenacity as our whole day lasted from 12:00pm to about 4:00 am...no naps. After the inital lounging was over, things got serious with some maritime beer pong (apparently there are different, far worse, ways to play). Her friends Stef and Lindsay (another one, i know right...try and follow) played with us and after three rounds of some embarassing defeats, we enjoyed a smorgasboard of eats, and lo behold, found myself back on Khao San Rd...<---that could be a song remember that. I won't go into heavy details as my mother recentely informed me that each blog post is 90% about getting drunk, but just know that it consisted of sheesha, tons of live music, 120% proof whiskey on the street corner, and something like 4 individual loud and electric clubs. There was a massive passout on the cab ride back to Lindsay's, which led to a brilliant sleep in a clean, air conditioned room. It's the little things I'm beginning to realize.
Sunday found ourselves in what looked like an Ipod mall, all white and streamlined...which as a side note I found very contrasting to the blind panhandler sitting amongst hundred of poor thais right outside...where I got my first thai foot massage. She kept rolling my short legs up to get a better crush on my legs, although I wasn't wearing any underwear so things got MAD awkward with me and my 70 year old thai masseuse. Unfortuanetly this is when I had to part ways with my two lovely teacher hosts, and catch the bus up north.
Chiang Mai is like the thailand I had pictured in my head. Small little streets with motorcycles ripping back and forth, hostels everywhere, surrounded by a jungle and some sort of monkey tour in each direction. I wrote in my journal about half an hour ago that I was slightly lonely on the road, but I think it's mostly just a lacking a sense of direction. It's tough when there's not a bro on your side to say 'You want to do this, Ya let's do this' I have to think completely for myself, if you can believe it, and combined with the sunbrn, my brain is running hot. Writing all this rubbish down helps alot, I feel like it's still a way to be at home, even in the middle of lovely, sticky jungle city. One love, josh out
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