What defines a moment?
What makes one? Is there certain ingredients, what needs to happen?
A smell, a sound, a feeling, a picture, an image, a song?
Does every sense become involved, do we need but one?
Does our brain take a mental picture and store it away; a video clip, a recording, a mental camera of the day. For a certain time when we recall, a certain smell, a certain song.
Does one brain record this randomly or is it a specific, what recreates it, why do we have it?
A moment of hate, a moment of love, desire, happy times and sad. Of heartbreak, of longing, of good days and bad. Sometimes spontaneous, sometimes specific, important or irrelevant.
Do we make a moment, or does a moment make us?
A song that meant something with friends: a drunken memory in a flash.
A smell of a beloved: the cold night air, you and I beneath the stars.
An uncovered truth, a shameful act, an achievement, a moment of glee.
Are we the moment, or is the moment us?
Is it a moment as it marks a specific point in time or in our lives, a time, a mark of redefinement in our lives. A mark of sheer joy or dismay, an epiphany of enlightenment, shame or regret.
Or just a distant memory, a recollection of a happening long ago.
What makes a moment?
The head, the heart, the senses, the person, the time or the place?
Can we create a moment, or can only the moment create itself?
Can a moment not be made?
Is it a spontaneous action,
a memory; created unintentionally, to bring a smile, a tear, a laugh.
The realization that the memory and moment is unique to you and only you, never the exact same as anothers.
A moment can be remembered together and made together with another or many others, but its forever unique to you.
Your thoughts, your feelings your mindset now and at the time are yours alone.
A moment is yours for the taking, let it take you or you can take it, but take and create as many as you can, by seeing new sights, tasting new foods, experiencing new smells, people, places and things.
Watching, listening, smelling, feeling, sensing this busy extraordinary world.
Stop for a moment, to make a moment, to feel a moment, to see a moment.
Make as many as you can.
A moment can define you or you can define a moment.
The more unusual, unique memories you make of unique times, places, people and things,
The more experiences you have, you share and feel.
The more defined you become as a person.
An individual who makes their mark and leaves it on this mighty world we share.
Do we make a moment, take a moment, does a moment make or take us? Do we care?
We have these moments, we are these moments, and therefore we should share.
Wednesday 18 September 2013
Friday 13 September 2013
End on a High, literally, Guiness world record style! 7/8/13 - 9/8/13
SATURDAY 7TH AUGUST
All by myself
My thighs are aching after the peddling yesterday, trying to quickly reach the lizards, so screwed when I return to the gym! Woke up before 7 but finally got out of bed and got a shower at half 7. My roommate Summer was the same. We actually had a bath in ours, didn’t know what to do (Robin was well jealous!) Do I use it for water for my bucket shower? Haha WHAT DO I DO?!? Going to get such a culture shock when I return, how strange!
Went on the computer downstairs and Robin joined me, then Tom robin and I got a taxi to the Vimanmek Mansion behind the throne hall. Had to be covered head and knees, and it was like airport security. Left our bags in lockers, no shoes, no wallets, cameras, phones. Was 100B in. Robin left his phone with him and had to return as they searched you. Bit over the top. But it’s the only golden teak mansion in the world, very very expensive! So ornate, it seemed like a dolls house. Some of the were fabulous, as were the garden views surrounding the balconies edged around the house. It was fabulous, intricate carved ceiling pieces, family photos, stunning 18th century furniture and styled rooms, lots and lots of family photos, a male room and female sitting room of the typical western fashion and even a cinema. There was beautiful black onyx pieces done for the king and Queen (of that period) for their birth years, the huge pieces were laid out in the letter pattern, huge and surely a fortune! There was a beautiful teak spiral staircase, the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen, and just beside it was the room Tom and I admired most. Different shades of green with traditional Thai brocade curtains, a grand piano, and 18th century French seats, with garden seats on the veranda that went around the gazebo shaped large room with light coming in on all sides. Stunning! That was it to see really, but Tom needed to rush back anyway for his flight, got a souvenir coin made though and a couple photos, we spotted another water monitor too!
Ended up getting a single bed near subway for 300B at the start of Khao San, whoever I can hear everything, its like I’m in a club…gay, its called Chada. Went round Khao san for a while got a massage in Siam palace area, the place where I’d gotten the foot massage with tom, 1 hour 200b. She was rough but that’s what I needed to try and ease my pains, thought when she did the head massage I was near falling asleep. I fit older gay came in speaking fluent Thai, he whipped on the trousers (that I‘d also been given to wear) and took his top off, from what I saw from the corner of my eye he was tastyyyy. Think he might have been looking at me but then again maybe it was my imagination. Left in a happy daze.
Explored some more until 10.30 getting patches of the countries I‘d visited for my bag before heading back to the hostel and watching some of the Borgias. Cant believe I’m leaving tomorrow. Wtf!! It doesn’t seem real!!. thankfully the music stopped around 1, least they’re considerate that people do stay here. Been thinking over some of the changes for when I return, toilets are obviously the first big one, no squatters, bum hoses (which weren’t so bad I guess) being able to flush loo roll and not put it in the big (something I was often guilty of not doing) the long journeys via bus or van, particularly getting a bus at night with a pillow and wee snack boxes, blankets, random awful pantomimes and pit stops. I wont miss the put stop of vans which took FOREVER, felt like my bladder would burst on several different occasions, the worst being on my way to Laos. How in vans they fill the petrol through the front in the engine, or how motorbikes and tuk tuks can fill up at the side of the road with stalls of odd bottles full of gasoline. I wont be able to get a tuk tuk or taxi whenever I want and haggle my price or demand a metre. No trains unless for some unbeknown reason I go Bangor to Belfast or to Dublin. No subway or sky train. No stalls or open markets, no wondrous weekend markets, nothing cheap and no haggling. No temples, where shall I pray??? No 7/11 how will I actually survive?!?! Though I wont get offered a ping pong show, or constantly harassed about tuk tuks or massages (though if I could get a massage for £3 for an hour at home I wouldn’t complain!) nor will I be badgered to by some shit thing or look at dildos, unless dragged into the one Ann Summers we have.
I wont be able to openly slag people I see as everyone speak English at home, and I’m sure if I speak Thai as n automatic reflex which it has in some ways, people will stare at me like I have 3 heads, or if I whip my shoes off in public or wear flip flops in the rain, no make up and jingle bell bracelets or bangles. No one will be excited to see me, or excitedly greet me with “good morning” or “afternoon” no one will say “I love you teacher Kelly” “teacher” “kru” or simply calling my name or Hello. It was irritating at time but I’ll miss being appreciated. No durian?!?!?!? No tasty cheap food or drinks, I’m sure if I asked for and ice green tea or iced Ovaltine people would stare. I like Thailand so much more than I did China, though its has some irks its more laid back, I could live here, work here, I could have friends here, and possibly a family since I’m getting some thing for uniforms hahaha! Whereas I couldn’t see that in China. They’re English is so much better here and they try much more, they’re much more open and friendly and responsive in a pleasant way than China, honest happy people with their formalities rituals and order like China but much nicer, still staunched with History and nothing ever particularly dark. A relaxed place. Relaxed People. Thailand: Mai Pen Rai
SUNDAY 8TH SEPTEMBER
SAWATDII KA KRUENGTEPP
Showered and out for 9 having a dander around looking for an exchange place with a decent rate to no avail, spent a while haggling for a cheap tuk tuk before I was able to jump in a metered taxi and head to the Ambassador to dropped of my luggage. Thankfully found and exchange place and for 5120B I got £100 not too bad! I didn’t go to Asok station like an idiot which has the sky train and metro, I went to Nana instead and got th e sky train, I didn’t double check my map or else I would have known that I didn’t want to go the Mochit the temples I wanted were near Huampoloung SATANI RUT. Fsss! it was a bit of a squeeze and I didn’t get off in time for Siam either so decided I’d go to Victory monument which I passed once on my first van journey and had no pictures off and got to the nearby temple for that and hit the shops around it too since I had only 1-2 hours till I needed to head.
The temple was a disappointed especially when I even purchased flowers for the Buddha! They smelt divine was sad to part with them. There was a service on but I felt like I’d be imposing if I sat with them, no shrine was open either! It wasn’t a very good temple, surrounding by cars, hidden away in a back alley, dusty dirty streets and no proper lay out, normal buildings in between making me unsure of where the temple was. A disappointment, but I felt like I should go before I went, if only I’d went to Asok! I did leave an offering at the gates as there were pictures of benefices/ dead people so I did a “sort of” prayer asking for a safe journey and left the flowers on the hook. Returned and looked around th shops and malls of victory monument, some cheap stuff, saw a great large leopard print bag for 180B but I really don’t have any room for it!
Headed back around 11.30, got my stuff at the ambassador and re-weighed for a final time, just over 3 for the 2 pieces, hooray! Though I have shiploads to carry and its all heavier stuff, please let me be able to offload it somewhere in Dubai!! The bell boys were very helpful, they speak amazing English too! One in particularly had a great accent! They sorted out my taxi and I was on my way, everyone laughing at the amount of stuff I had, they said they hoped to see me again, how nice!
The taxi was 220 plus the highway tolls but I got there with plenty of time, checked in and didn’t have to pay anything for baggage. Got 200 Lambert for 600 b!! two packets would cost more than that at home!! Going to sell them at £6 and be in a profit after 2 packets :D
Sat and chilled with my laptop for half an hour before boarding. Had already pre picked my seat, a window seat so I can see Thailand for the last time. Sat beside a Portuguese father and his son. Was pretty exhausted so kept trying to sleep throughout since I only had 5 hours last night and will be out again after the flight. Watched some of “internship” it was shit at the start, and also the end of “beautiful creatures” it was an okay ending I guess, the uncle in it is in fact the Pope in Borgias! Even had a baileys at one point. Flight went in quickly enough, we chased the sunset which was awesome. I would love to be able to fly around in the cloud like, its so peaceful, so beautiful, the sky so clear and full of promises, the clouds look like pillows of cotton wool, makes me think that I would choose flying as a superpower just so I could fly among the clouds everyday.
Watching our landing into Dubai was strange, so much dessert, all sand, no green, such bright colours, white buildings, blue sky, lingering beams of the setting sun and the cool white golden sands with roads and cars dividing it up throughout.
Thankfully immagration or “passport control” didn’t take too long, we arrived before schedule in fact but by the time I got out with all my bags (brought down by the lovely Portuguese father and son, how he,lpful!) and got off the plane it was after 6.30, we then had to get a train, YES, a train, to the next building to get the luggage and do immagration etc. mad eh! The man who took me was easy of the eye, many I have a thing for the middle Easterns just like they have a thing for me, or perhaps I’m getting desperate after 2 months hahaahaha. He asked me how long I was staying and what my plans were,telling me the mall was only open until 12 midnight, but how the marina is full of life and open 24 hours and there’s lots of clubs. Why would I go there with so much stuff?? outside its 37* its not oppressive like when I first came here (what seems like another life time ago) but that would be because I’m used to heat. I had a pink taxi with a female driver for “females only” can’t believe they have specific taxi’s for women. I hate how second class they make them, makes you feel like you’re back in the dark ages and awkward in case you do something wrong which you would think nothing of normally!
It was night time now, everything was lit up, lots of tall architecturally unique and beautifully masterpieces of skyscrapers and towers smaller homes that resemble miniature palaces, its another world, done tastefully and spread out, so although there’s perhaps the same amount of tall skyline buildings and people, they’re spread out, the sky trains don’t suffocate and darken th area, its spread out and keeps an airiness about it which Bangkok lacks, Dubai have class, it oozes richness, class and exception design and innovation; the A list of countries . Whereas Bangkok has a sense of corruption, of gaudiness and seediness, the modern buildings are styled creatively nor with the same sense of class. The only beautiful and A list sense you get in Bangkok are from the eh beautiful ancient monuments, temples and palaces. Unlike Dubai, Thailand is stanched deeply with a sense of the past, its hasn’t forgone the beauty of the ancient world, the history of their life and culture to be ahead of the modern world and lavish living through its richness and superior modern architecture. I feel one should never erase the past, modern can be beautiful yes, but what is its purpose, the story behind, it if you have erased the plans of it in the first place? Muslims and Mosques are very ancient, and hold a very high place in importance in Arabic everyday living, so why not have a sense of it? Why is this not more important?
Arrived about 7.15, got me 55dhr, turns out I really have less than I think, what I thought were 100s are in fact 50s, I have maybe £30...took me ages to find information for my bags in which it took me ages again finding the room for my luggage, 70dhr for 2 hours! But I really don’t want to carry it around at the Burj. Changed and found my way to it picking up my tickets just before 8. In the lobby there was a model that lit up, and lots of information about the Burj Khalifa, its nearly twice the size of the empire state building, has 200 floors, empty it was 500,000 tons (I think or 500..) we queued with our tickets before the next part, were I learnt that the design has a specific meaning. The satellite shape of the buildings is a geometric shape of the main flower of Dubai and the Emirates, a sort of symbol, its quite beautiful, a sort of bell shape white flower, similar in ways to a lily and a hanging fuchsia combined. There was a couple in front of me who spent the whole time laughing away, two very English Indians. He was scared of heights and this appeared to be her second time her, I was behind them for a good while, became quite awkward when we had to form a new queue for the lift right beside several older Arab men…uncomfortable. I had previously changed into a top and skirt as it was cooler and looked nicer than my flight wear, though I made sure I hide my Buddha necklace out of sight in case it offended and I got in trouble. This is why I’m unsure if I like Dubai, I feel uncomfortable and unsure of my actions and everyday decisions that I would never normally need to consider.
The lift up seemed to barely move. We were in darkness with lights all along the lift like stars and videos on the Burj Khalifa with Arabic music, I videoed it, we arrived at the top observatory platform in a minute. The fastest in the world, one of the Burj Guinness world records. The only real reason I knew we were moving was as my ears kept popping! We didn’t go to the very top as they’re probably private homes instead going to the observatory around floor 180/200. Apparently it can reach winds of nearly 182 km/h at the top, that’s mad!! Got some fantastic photos and got some taken by a professional alone with lots of the others. The observatory goes around 360* meaning you can see all off the city and beyond, the most popular time being sunset as you can see both times, the light and the dark. The dark is beautiful though, seeing all the lights highlighting the buildings, in a pretty way, not tacky like Vegas or shanghai. Got some photos taken on my camera by others too. Wish I was with someone, would be great to do a proper photo “shoot” as it were with a loved one and the scenery is spectacular, day and night. I was able to see this as there were computerised touch screen telescopes near the north face that had the option of showing you the view historically, live at night and at day. Such fantastic technology. Unfortunately when I went to view the photos that had been taken, some of which were lovely, they turned doubt to be 225D per print, what a rip off!! 12.50 a photo! We were only able to go up to floor 186 as the rest is most likely swanky homes or the best rooms in a hotel, wouldn’t want to even know the price. It would be amazing to see during the day I’m sure, or at sunset, its amazing all light up at night, its like being on a plane I’m so high up. Another miniature ant like world. Its hard to concept how high you are. It has a Guiness world record for the lift alone. It’s inside as I perhaps the speed going up would be too trippy to view. Its all dark, with lights that move in it and videos about the place with Arabic music to creating atmosphere. I videoed it up. The only reason I knew I was at the top was as the doors opened and my ears kept popping, it was unbelievable, didn’t even feel like I was moving an amazing feat.
At the bottom there was a shop, unfortunately didn’t have enough to get Ryan his statue but I did get him a magnet and key ring, the key ring also had his name in Arabic and gave the meaning of his name on a Burj khalifa background.
I also befriended one of the middle eastern workers, a man of course, and easy on the eye (men are going to seem so bland and boring upon my return!) he talked away with me asking if this was my first trip (I sound rich when I say no, when in fact its just a return of my first trip..) he was impressed I was a teacher and spoke away to me asking what my plans where, I said I was recommended to go to a hotel, the marina or a club. He started suggesting clubs and hotels and from the jist of him I think he was trying to see if I wanted to meet up and go to a club together…um NO! I’m exhausted, I have lots of luggage, a club would destroy me, and I’m not going anywhere with a middle eastern man, in these countries the women get blamed for rape!
He was pretty though haha
Looked around the beautifully designed mall, the interior is amazing, a paradise inside, the mall alone stands on 12million sq foot, i.e. 50 football pitches, the 7th largest in the world! Again I befriended another middle eastern man. He worked on a stall selling perfumes (ouds) and lotions. He rubbed the different types on my hands, like a jelly with the most exotic and enticing scents, in eye-catching pinks and yellows, full of scents like jasmine and cinnamon. He then spray all over my pashmina in a jasmine Oud, this stuff clings to you for a very long time its great (it needs to or it would be sweated off) and he tried two different “foundation” types on my hand, bronze and gold glitters, the light made my hands dazzle in a middle different ways. I felt like a princess. Would love to smell like this every day, to glitter and glow, with my beautiful pashmina, a seductive beautiful princess of the East, rather a simple girl for cold dark damp northern Ireland. My life at home is so dull and boring, just like the weather, predictable and dank. upon leaving he requested my name and looked ant my with lingering eyes
I collected my bags and dandered around, got some tasty toffee milk from the only supermarket, it was delicious! And not too dear. I relaxed after walking around for a while, the indoor ice rink with tens of skaters, how strange to think of skating inside when its 37* at night outside. Past the candy shop a girl was in a glass candy cage with blowing air and wrappers blowing around her which she tried to catch. It was like something out of a 90s game show. The place is full of traditionally dressed men and woman in black and white, lots nice to see it, the Uk has no national costume, however I don’t agree with the women HAVING to be covered, they should have the choice, men do. There were lots of tourists too, the most I’ve seen since Pattaya perhaps under one roof. Strange to be surrounded again by so many westerners.
I relaxed at some seats and looked at dad’s new tablet.
Most shops were closed by now, it was after 10, and I was exhausted so I decided I would just return to the airport, going outside and getting a taxi.
Dubai airport is another impressive architectural design, I was only in terminal 3 too! Its set to overtake Heathrow as the largest now, if it is not already! Heathrow doesn’t have its own fountain/waterfall wall!
didn’t need to check in as I already had my tickets, just needed to do passport control and security. At the top of the lift after this I was able to scan my ticket and it told me which gate I would be departing from even though it was on the screen!
Dandered round and looked at the shops, ended up getting stopped by security as In my exhaustion I’d forgotten to pay for my perfume which had hidden itself among my mountain of bags in the shopping trolley you get at the airport (got one in Bangkok too, sooo handy, especially when you now have ¾ bags of large heavy hand luggage, but this was the only way I could have 30Kg of checked luggage as the fines were extortionate!) was fully sundered and but the woman with the security said it was okay, I did look utterly exhausted and when she checked my passport she saw the time difference etc and understood. Just had to go back and pay. It wasn’t even past 11! So I dandered round some more, purchasing drink for back home, such a bargain! they had an offer on, the same from last time, buy 2 litres of Smirnoff or Morgan’s and get a free 500ml of Morgan’s with it. I got the vodka. All for 106AED £19.08 bargain! one Smirnoff would cost that!! Success.
After this I decided it was time to call it quits and attempt some form of sleep, even though my parents had strictly advised against sleeping at the airport, but then again, when do I ever listen to any one! There were lots of people with the same idea. Whole families in fact. It was uncomfortable, but a middle eastern girl was curled up near the end of a row in a seat so I thought perhaps I should sit beside her, leaving the rest of my stuff on the trolley beside me and using it for my legs, I used my handbag as a pillow, underneath me, keeping the important stuff safe and crawled into a sort of ball, it was bearable and I slept for an hour from 1am, waking up at 2 to see the gate was being used for a NYC flight. Then again at 3 and 4. At 4 I was woken by voices, turns out the ones from the 9am flight that Emma got were to get my same flight, they were raging that I was on a later one. Wonder why the flight differences anyway? I’m not complaining, I liked my solo journey, as Lauren would say, I was a “Lone wolf” got speaking to them about their experiences and they minded my stuff while I nipped to the loo, I had changed into my favourite trousers hours before along with a comfy top and my favourite multiple use pashmina. They had befriended a young guy with a strong Southern accent, he’d lived in Australia for a year and a half and was finally going home now, yet he was still in shock to here of the way we lived and all of my creepy crawly friends haha.
He minded my stuff after another nap while I got a drink. Even with my naps and uncomfortable position I do feel a lot better for it.
The plane started boarding around half 6, I had chosen a window seat again, the morning period was very busy but we set off on time, Emirates have always been on time, its great. Got a great view of the airport it is huge! And so modern, this globe like/egg shape of it is quite odd, I wonder, like the Burj, whether this is meant to represent something
spent my time with some naps, much better than the airport, and I used the scarf one of my male student shad made me for my neck, using the complimentary pillow for my head. Watched Monsters University. It was hilarious! And drank lots of my free juice. Took a picture when flying over Istanbul, its such a brown mountainous landscape, and then again when we were high above the clouds. I loved taking that picture, this idea of being above the world, hovering between reality and life and the heavens, so picturesque, the azure sky against the contrasting fluffy white clouds, nothing in sight, ones own private world only available for the elite few, I’d love to have this as a haven to escape to, a world of my own, available and obtainable to journey through at your own hands by a select few. A sky fortress of solitude, I would love to be able to fly just to view this more often, it’s so often taken for granted, looked at in scorn for not enough clouds, or too many, or a black rain cloud sky, but its fascinating and beautiful, something we cant touch or be close to, able to see but not obtain, you cannot catch a cloud or a rainbow, just gaze at it in wonder and delight.
Perhaps I should learn to fly, should I be a pilot or would I learn to not appreciate this every day wonder? Or should I just become superman? Haha. Perhaps this will be my next challenge?
We landed on time of course, I ended up finally speaking to the girl beside me at the end, turns out she was arriving home after 3 months of teaching in India, so we discussed our trails of that and the strange life changes and every day differences of the Eastern world we faced, toilets and washing in particular, she had a shower at least, though cold. We were laughing about how we’d be disorientated with being able to flush toilet roll! Being home will be a bit of a culture shock, I wonder where my bucket it for washing and flushing not to mention my bum hose! She seemed lovely and had a great time in her experience there, its hard at times, at the start particularly, the language difference and getting into a routine but its worth it, the struggle, over coming these trials and establishing a method, relationship and every day lifestyle for yourself and your students, not to mention making amazing friends and experiences and creating the most amazing memories is something you cannot purchase. it’s the best feeling in the world. I will always smile when I look back at this time. All my trials and errs have made me a better stronger person. Mature, happier and a lot more confident in myself, more so than I have ever been in my life. This experience has had ups and downs, I’ve been sad at times, but I’ve had several of the best experiences of my life, many which can not be obtained by anyone else. My only regret is that my family was not there to experience or witness some of these with me, particularly my sister, though we all talked enough about them that I’m sure at times Tom and Robin felt that our families were in fact with us on our journeys,
Thinking about being back was surreal, I couldn’t really believe it in a way, I didn’t particularly want to be back to the disaster that was my life at home, but every time I thought about the family that were awaiting me a crazy smile spread across my face, I’d then start laughing to myself as I imagined the people around me looking at me like I was some crazy Cheshire cat.
I though more and more about it through customs, though during baggage collection I was postponed in thought as my luggage took forever to retrieve, turns out the red suitcase had been there a while but I hadn’t recognised it as it wasn’t mine and it was smaller now without as much luggage in it.
The arrivals area was packed, I walked along with my mountainous amount of luggage on my trolley (which I had to get help to retrieve as the silly thing would not budge, proof that Ireland is a failure in comparison to Asia) I couldn’t see them, I began to think perhaps they weren’t coming, something they’d do, my dad would think it would be funny or something, and then started to get annoyed as my coach back would cost more as it wasn’t online, but then I saw the big man himself, sauntering over in a favourite blue jumper (he has a lot of favourites which he outwears for weeks, don’t even start my on Spain and THE shorts) he didn’t see me, I walked left dodging other travellers, behind a pillar I spotted Rebecca and a large sign she had made “welcome Home Kelly” my heart lit up, they were finally here, reunited and home. When my finally saw me I was instantly taken back to the 8 weeks before, she burst into tears. They rushed to greet me, “the first one” returned at last
Highs
*angkor wat cambodia being on the highest part of angkor wat just the 3 of us, & climbing all over Ta Prohm
*riding up to doi tung villa all my senses were alive, wind in my hair, the smells of the forest, the cicadas, the view, going up and up, seeing everything
*learning to ride a scooter
*seeing a scorpian and water monitors
*hand feeding giraffes and the first to hand feed a leopard in Kanchanaburi
*Top of the world, Burj Khalifia
*solo travelling like an adult, Chiang Rai
*singing "lets go to the beach" on Ko Lan beach and island perfect water sand, temprature and waves, such fun jumping in them and over them
*spanked by a ladyboy Nana Palace
*making best friends at Wat Arun lit up at night
*Laos fountain at night, like another world
*Queen Siriket textile museum, falling in love with the monarchy
*the fun day never been so happy, couldnt stop grinning with all my wonderful presents and roses from the kids,never felt so loved and appreciated before, seeing them excel at conversation, tongue twisters and cha cha slide, their happy faces and competitive ways when getting stickers playing "teacher says" or gaining a certificate then signing autographs like a film star, and the brilliant goodbye staff dinner, lots of singing and dancing and wonderful presents!
*Bla's photo albumlove her
*Angkor Watseeing monkeys and elephants for the first time
*Bung boraphet hand feeding monkeys and bottle feeding goldfish!
*taxi driver complimenting my language skills of 2 months
*Tom's love life the cambodian masseuse & gay american who also massaged him
*my return from bitiec and Ayutthayathe kids copying my dance moves and loving it
*solo teaching getting the bad boys to behave and learn
*durian &Pad Thai
*our first monsoon rain at Wat Suthat, chanting monks, such atmosphere, broken by the huge rat that ploughed into tom
*Connect 5 with a Lady boy chiang mai free oral sex tips
*learning my final dance, no.10 of my thai dancing with Kru Dang
*french friends and little notes from Chiang Rai
*Being Lara croft and sneaky up a temple Bayon, Angkor
*conversations with Chongrak
*bla and her photos, ka,ka,ka,ka,ka!!! selfies on a moving bike
*only farang in the city, in flip flops, in a club
*quoting the room, je suis une artist or nicki minaj
LOWS
*the arrival at Bangkok airport
*loosing my ticket for the grand palace
*the kids dancing at 3am to Bitec
*sore face from smiling so long at the candle ceremony parade though i was dressed as a thai princess
*the tarantula whilst ill and dehydrated, the death of Mary
*noisy bats, roosters and the 3 DAY FUCKING FUNERAL AT 4AM!!
*the van journey to Laos, MY BLADDER! Tom the bastard, slept soundly, unlike poor Robin and i
*fish biting my back at level 2 erawan waterfall BOKE
*too many monkeys Lopburi
*lizard poo in my room and my first bucket shower
*the dreaded repeat episodes of holiday tummy
*Cambodia night market pub street, arguing over the fish pedicures that were meant to be free
*bathroom flooding in Chiang Rai
*public toilets, particularly on buses or a moving train!
*Walking street Pattayam dont get me started on my disgust
*hornets and ants at unesco sites.fucking hate ants, THEY BITE!
*saying goodbye to Chongrak and Bla at 5am :(
-Being the only amigo left of the three amigo tom and Robin
BEST TWO MONTHS OF MY LIFE, WANT BACK ALREADY!!
All by myself
My thighs are aching after the peddling yesterday, trying to quickly reach the lizards, so screwed when I return to the gym! Woke up before 7 but finally got out of bed and got a shower at half 7. My roommate Summer was the same. We actually had a bath in ours, didn’t know what to do (Robin was well jealous!) Do I use it for water for my bucket shower? Haha WHAT DO I DO?!? Going to get such a culture shock when I return, how strange!
Went on the computer downstairs and Robin joined me, then Tom robin and I got a taxi to the Vimanmek Mansion behind the throne hall. Had to be covered head and knees, and it was like airport security. Left our bags in lockers, no shoes, no wallets, cameras, phones. Was 100B in. Robin left his phone with him and had to return as they searched you. Bit over the top. But it’s the only golden teak mansion in the world, very very expensive! So ornate, it seemed like a dolls house. Some of the were fabulous, as were the garden views surrounding the balconies edged around the house. It was fabulous, intricate carved ceiling pieces, family photos, stunning 18th century furniture and styled rooms, lots and lots of family photos, a male room and female sitting room of the typical western fashion and even a cinema. There was beautiful black onyx pieces done for the king and Queen (of that period) for their birth years, the huge pieces were laid out in the letter pattern, huge and surely a fortune! There was a beautiful teak spiral staircase, the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen, and just beside it was the room Tom and I admired most. Different shades of green with traditional Thai brocade curtains, a grand piano, and 18th century French seats, with garden seats on the veranda that went around the gazebo shaped large room with light coming in on all sides. Stunning! That was it to see really, but Tom needed to rush back anyway for his flight, got a souvenir coin made though and a couple photos, we spotted another water monitor too!
Dont you just want to be naked in it?
they're everywhere now!
Tom and pull of my trousers too
Chauchek Da LA
the suave englishman in the ambassador
the suave lady who wont pay £30 for a room
instead she hits Khao San were it's six,
what has Thailand done to me??
Had to do a stamp thing to get a tuk tuk for 80 during rush hour, same suit place, the guy recognised me asking if I’d been yesterday I said know and he was like, must have been a similar girl. Chatted to my driver practising my Thai, its going to be so weird not speaking it when I get back, I’ve even caught myself saying the old phrase to myself and non Thai people I’ve gotten so used to it…such an ejit. Spent ages with sore feet and legs dandering round Khao San looking for a cheap room. One place was really cheap but it was even worse than the overstay, and it was ran by an obvious lady boy. It was more of a squat, there wasn’t even a mosquito net, the room they offered me was more like an abandoned one that clearly had not be made up. Quickly left there, and it wasn’t even as cheap as the overstay!! It definitely would have had cockroaches!Ended up getting a single bed near subway for 300B at the start of Khao San, whoever I can hear everything, its like I’m in a club…gay, its called Chada. Went round Khao san for a while got a massage in Siam palace area, the place where I’d gotten the foot massage with tom, 1 hour 200b. She was rough but that’s what I needed to try and ease my pains, thought when she did the head massage I was near falling asleep. I fit older gay came in speaking fluent Thai, he whipped on the trousers (that I‘d also been given to wear) and took his top off, from what I saw from the corner of my eye he was tastyyyy. Think he might have been looking at me but then again maybe it was my imagination. Left in a happy daze.
Explored some more until 10.30 getting patches of the countries I‘d visited for my bag before heading back to the hostel and watching some of the Borgias. Cant believe I’m leaving tomorrow. Wtf!! It doesn’t seem real!!. thankfully the music stopped around 1, least they’re considerate that people do stay here. Been thinking over some of the changes for when I return, toilets are obviously the first big one, no squatters, bum hoses (which weren’t so bad I guess) being able to flush loo roll and not put it in the big (something I was often guilty of not doing) the long journeys via bus or van, particularly getting a bus at night with a pillow and wee snack boxes, blankets, random awful pantomimes and pit stops. I wont miss the put stop of vans which took FOREVER, felt like my bladder would burst on several different occasions, the worst being on my way to Laos. How in vans they fill the petrol through the front in the engine, or how motorbikes and tuk tuks can fill up at the side of the road with stalls of odd bottles full of gasoline. I wont be able to get a tuk tuk or taxi whenever I want and haggle my price or demand a metre. No trains unless for some unbeknown reason I go Bangor to Belfast or to Dublin. No subway or sky train. No stalls or open markets, no wondrous weekend markets, nothing cheap and no haggling. No temples, where shall I pray??? No 7/11 how will I actually survive?!?! Though I wont get offered a ping pong show, or constantly harassed about tuk tuks or massages (though if I could get a massage for £3 for an hour at home I wouldn’t complain!) nor will I be badgered to by some shit thing or look at dildos, unless dragged into the one Ann Summers we have.
the best shop ever. I LOVE YOU 7/11 DONT MAKE ME LEAVE YOUUUU
I wont be able to openly slag people I see as everyone speak English at home, and I’m sure if I speak Thai as n automatic reflex which it has in some ways, people will stare at me like I have 3 heads, or if I whip my shoes off in public or wear flip flops in the rain, no make up and jingle bell bracelets or bangles. No one will be excited to see me, or excitedly greet me with “good morning” or “afternoon” no one will say “I love you teacher Kelly” “teacher” “kru” or simply calling my name or Hello. It was irritating at time but I’ll miss being appreciated. No durian?!?!?!? No tasty cheap food or drinks, I’m sure if I asked for and ice green tea or iced Ovaltine people would stare. I like Thailand so much more than I did China, though its has some irks its more laid back, I could live here, work here, I could have friends here, and possibly a family since I’m getting some thing for uniforms hahaha! Whereas I couldn’t see that in China. They’re English is so much better here and they try much more, they’re much more open and friendly and responsive in a pleasant way than China, honest happy people with their formalities rituals and order like China but much nicer, still staunched with History and nothing ever particularly dark. A relaxed place. Relaxed People. Thailand: Mai Pen Rai
SUNDAY 8TH SEPTEMBER
SAWATDII KA KRUENGTEPP
Showered and out for 9 having a dander around looking for an exchange place with a decent rate to no avail, spent a while haggling for a cheap tuk tuk before I was able to jump in a metered taxi and head to the Ambassador to dropped of my luggage. Thankfully found and exchange place and for 5120B I got £100 not too bad! I didn’t go to Asok station like an idiot which has the sky train and metro, I went to Nana instead and got th e sky train, I didn’t double check my map or else I would have known that I didn’t want to go the Mochit the temples I wanted were near Huampoloung SATANI RUT. Fsss! it was a bit of a squeeze and I didn’t get off in time for Siam either so decided I’d go to Victory monument which I passed once on my first van journey and had no pictures off and got to the nearby temple for that and hit the shops around it too since I had only 1-2 hours till I needed to head.
victory monument
must have been made in the year of the rabbit
a floral offering though the shrine wasnt open!!
smelt gorgeous though, an easy pleasant job making these i'm sure
Headed back around 11.30, got my stuff at the ambassador and re-weighed for a final time, just over 3 for the 2 pieces, hooray! Though I have shiploads to carry and its all heavier stuff, please let me be able to offload it somewhere in Dubai!! The bell boys were very helpful, they speak amazing English too! One in particularly had a great accent! They sorted out my taxi and I was on my way, everyone laughing at the amount of stuff I had, they said they hoped to see me again, how nice!
The taxi was 220 plus the highway tolls but I got there with plenty of time, checked in and didn’t have to pay anything for baggage. Got 200 Lambert for 600 b!! two packets would cost more than that at home!! Going to sell them at £6 and be in a profit after 2 packets :D
Sat and chilled with my laptop for half an hour before boarding. Had already pre picked my seat, a window seat so I can see Thailand for the last time. Sat beside a Portuguese father and his son. Was pretty exhausted so kept trying to sleep throughout since I only had 5 hours last night and will be out again after the flight. Watched some of “internship” it was shit at the start, and also the end of “beautiful creatures” it was an okay ending I guess, the uncle in it is in fact the Pope in Borgias! Even had a baileys at one point. Flight went in quickly enough, we chased the sunset which was awesome. I would love to be able to fly around in the cloud like, its so peaceful, so beautiful, the sky so clear and full of promises, the clouds look like pillows of cotton wool, makes me think that I would choose flying as a superpower just so I could fly among the clouds everyday.
Watching our landing into Dubai was strange, so much dessert, all sand, no green, such bright colours, white buildings, blue sky, lingering beams of the setting sun and the cool white golden sands with roads and cars dividing it up throughout.
Thankfully immagration or “passport control” didn’t take too long, we arrived before schedule in fact but by the time I got out with all my bags (brought down by the lovely Portuguese father and son, how he,lpful!) and got off the plane it was after 6.30, we then had to get a train, YES, a train, to the next building to get the luggage and do immagration etc. mad eh! The man who took me was easy of the eye, many I have a thing for the middle Easterns just like they have a thing for me, or perhaps I’m getting desperate after 2 months hahaahaha. He asked me how long I was staying and what my plans were,telling me the mall was only open until 12 midnight, but how the marina is full of life and open 24 hours and there’s lots of clubs. Why would I go there with so much stuff?? outside its 37* its not oppressive like when I first came here (what seems like another life time ago) but that would be because I’m used to heat. I had a pink taxi with a female driver for “females only” can’t believe they have specific taxi’s for women. I hate how second class they make them, makes you feel like you’re back in the dark ages and awkward in case you do something wrong which you would think nothing of normally!
It was night time now, everything was lit up, lots of tall architecturally unique and beautifully masterpieces of skyscrapers and towers smaller homes that resemble miniature palaces, its another world, done tastefully and spread out, so although there’s perhaps the same amount of tall skyline buildings and people, they’re spread out, the sky trains don’t suffocate and darken th area, its spread out and keeps an airiness about it which Bangkok lacks, Dubai have class, it oozes richness, class and exception design and innovation; the A list of countries . Whereas Bangkok has a sense of corruption, of gaudiness and seediness, the modern buildings are styled creatively nor with the same sense of class. The only beautiful and A list sense you get in Bangkok are from the eh beautiful ancient monuments, temples and palaces. Unlike Dubai, Thailand is stanched deeply with a sense of the past, its hasn’t forgone the beauty of the ancient world, the history of their life and culture to be ahead of the modern world and lavish living through its richness and superior modern architecture. I feel one should never erase the past, modern can be beautiful yes, but what is its purpose, the story behind, it if you have erased the plans of it in the first place? Muslims and Mosques are very ancient, and hold a very high place in importance in Arabic everyday living, so why not have a sense of it? Why is this not more important?
Arrived about 7.15, got me 55dhr, turns out I really have less than I think, what I thought were 100s are in fact 50s, I have maybe £30...took me ages to find information for my bags in which it took me ages again finding the room for my luggage, 70dhr for 2 hours! But I really don’t want to carry it around at the Burj. Changed and found my way to it picking up my tickets just before 8. In the lobby there was a model that lit up, and lots of information about the Burj Khalifa, its nearly twice the size of the empire state building, has 200 floors, empty it was 500,000 tons (I think or 500..) we queued with our tickets before the next part, were I learnt that the design has a specific meaning. The satellite shape of the buildings is a geometric shape of the main flower of Dubai and the Emirates, a sort of symbol, its quite beautiful, a sort of bell shape white flower, similar in ways to a lily and a hanging fuchsia combined. There was a couple in front of me who spent the whole time laughing away, two very English Indians. He was scared of heights and this appeared to be her second time her, I was behind them for a good while, became quite awkward when we had to form a new queue for the lift right beside several older Arab men…uncomfortable. I had previously changed into a top and skirt as it was cooler and looked nicer than my flight wear, though I made sure I hide my Buddha necklace out of sight in case it offended and I got in trouble. This is why I’m unsure if I like Dubai, I feel uncomfortable and unsure of my actions and everyday decisions that I would never normally need to consider.
Dubai mall
floor 186
top of the world
the view
one NEW YEARS EVE
On the way out if had lots of wall information about the people needed to create it, for instance, they needed a wind specialist just for help for the building due to the different winds it would meet at different building sections, or sand storms I guess. The winds at the top reach a ridiculous speed such as 160 km/h!!At the bottom there was a shop, unfortunately didn’t have enough to get Ryan his statue but I did get him a magnet and key ring, the key ring also had his name in Arabic and gave the meaning of his name on a Burj khalifa background.
I also befriended one of the middle eastern workers, a man of course, and easy on the eye (men are going to seem so bland and boring upon my return!) he talked away with me asking if this was my first trip (I sound rich when I say no, when in fact its just a return of my first trip..) he was impressed I was a teacher and spoke away to me asking what my plans where, I said I was recommended to go to a hotel, the marina or a club. He started suggesting clubs and hotels and from the jist of him I think he was trying to see if I wanted to meet up and go to a club together…um NO! I’m exhausted, I have lots of luggage, a club would destroy me, and I’m not going anywhere with a middle eastern man, in these countries the women get blamed for rape!
He was pretty though haha
my name in arabic
i think it suits
I collected my bags and dandered around, got some tasty toffee milk from the only supermarket, it was delicious! And not too dear. I relaxed after walking around for a while, the indoor ice rink with tens of skaters, how strange to think of skating inside when its 37* at night outside. Past the candy shop a girl was in a glass candy cage with blowing air and wrappers blowing around her which she tried to catch. It was like something out of a 90s game show. The place is full of traditionally dressed men and woman in black and white, lots nice to see it, the Uk has no national costume, however I don’t agree with the women HAVING to be covered, they should have the choice, men do. There were lots of tourists too, the most I’ve seen since Pattaya perhaps under one roof. Strange to be surrounded again by so many westerners.
I relaxed at some seats and looked at dad’s new tablet.
and another record
throwing candy in a box at westerners lol
every detail to the last corner, such fantastic interiors!
Dubai airport is another impressive architectural design, I was only in terminal 3 too! Its set to overtake Heathrow as the largest now, if it is not already! Heathrow doesn’t have its own fountain/waterfall wall!
didn’t need to check in as I already had my tickets, just needed to do passport control and security. At the top of the lift after this I was able to scan my ticket and it told me which gate I would be departing from even though it was on the screen!
Dandered round and looked at the shops, ended up getting stopped by security as In my exhaustion I’d forgotten to pay for my perfume which had hidden itself among my mountain of bags in the shopping trolley you get at the airport (got one in Bangkok too, sooo handy, especially when you now have ¾ bags of large heavy hand luggage, but this was the only way I could have 30Kg of checked luggage as the fines were extortionate!) was fully sundered and but the woman with the security said it was okay, I did look utterly exhausted and when she checked my passport she saw the time difference etc and understood. Just had to go back and pay. It wasn’t even past 11! So I dandered round some more, purchasing drink for back home, such a bargain! they had an offer on, the same from last time, buy 2 litres of Smirnoff or Morgan’s and get a free 500ml of Morgan’s with it. I got the vodka. All for 106AED £19.08 bargain! one Smirnoff would cost that!! Success.
from a moving taxi
I then must have spent half an hour in the other shop at least, full of Middle eastern souvenirs, I wanted a “tea pot” but the ones they had didn’t match the cute plates I wanted silver, black and hint of azure, was able to get a small matching “Aladdin lamp” but the tea pot was too large and would not have suited proportionally to my other buys, neither did the small sheesha, but I still spent nearly £20 on them all.After this I decided it was time to call it quits and attempt some form of sleep, even though my parents had strictly advised against sleeping at the airport, but then again, when do I ever listen to any one! There were lots of people with the same idea. Whole families in fact. It was uncomfortable, but a middle eastern girl was curled up near the end of a row in a seat so I thought perhaps I should sit beside her, leaving the rest of my stuff on the trolley beside me and using it for my legs, I used my handbag as a pillow, underneath me, keeping the important stuff safe and crawled into a sort of ball, it was bearable and I slept for an hour from 1am, waking up at 2 to see the gate was being used for a NYC flight. Then again at 3 and 4. At 4 I was woken by voices, turns out the ones from the 9am flight that Emma got were to get my same flight, they were raging that I was on a later one. Wonder why the flight differences anyway? I’m not complaining, I liked my solo journey, as Lauren would say, I was a “Lone wolf” got speaking to them about their experiences and they minded my stuff while I nipped to the loo, I had changed into my favourite trousers hours before along with a comfy top and my favourite multiple use pashmina. They had befriended a young guy with a strong Southern accent, he’d lived in Australia for a year and a half and was finally going home now, yet he was still in shock to here of the way we lived and all of my creepy crawly friends haha.
He minded my stuff after another nap while I got a drink. Even with my naps and uncomfortable position I do feel a lot better for it.
The plane started boarding around half 6, I had chosen a window seat again, the morning period was very busy but we set off on time, Emirates have always been on time, its great. Got a great view of the airport it is huge! And so modern, this globe like/egg shape of it is quite odd, I wonder, like the Burj, whether this is meant to represent something
Dubai airport
istanbul
Perhaps I should learn to fly, should I be a pilot or would I learn to not appreciate this every day wonder? Or should I just become superman? Haha. Perhaps this will be my next challenge?
life on high, living it up on cloud 9
I I randomly spotted and spoke to Natasha McBrian randomly, the German girl who I went to primary school with whom I was quite close to in my final years, she lives in comber and has also been a bit rebellious like myself, currently sporting a blue hairstyle, she was just returning from Sydney. How strange that we were both on the same flight!
We landed on time of course, I ended up finally speaking to the girl beside me at the end, turns out she was arriving home after 3 months of teaching in India, so we discussed our trails of that and the strange life changes and every day differences of the Eastern world we faced, toilets and washing in particular, she had a shower at least, though cold. We were laughing about how we’d be disorientated with being able to flush toilet roll! Being home will be a bit of a culture shock, I wonder where my bucket it for washing and flushing not to mention my bum hose! She seemed lovely and had a great time in her experience there, its hard at times, at the start particularly, the language difference and getting into a routine but its worth it, the struggle, over coming these trials and establishing a method, relationship and every day lifestyle for yourself and your students, not to mention making amazing friends and experiences and creating the most amazing memories is something you cannot purchase. it’s the best feeling in the world. I will always smile when I look back at this time. All my trials and errs have made me a better stronger person. Mature, happier and a lot more confident in myself, more so than I have ever been in my life. This experience has had ups and downs, I’ve been sad at times, but I’ve had several of the best experiences of my life, many which can not be obtained by anyone else. My only regret is that my family was not there to experience or witness some of these with me, particularly my sister, though we all talked enough about them that I’m sure at times Tom and Robin felt that our families were in fact with us on our journeys,
Thinking about being back was surreal, I couldn’t really believe it in a way, I didn’t particularly want to be back to the disaster that was my life at home, but every time I thought about the family that were awaiting me a crazy smile spread across my face, I’d then start laughing to myself as I imagined the people around me looking at me like I was some crazy Cheshire cat.
I though more and more about it through customs, though during baggage collection I was postponed in thought as my luggage took forever to retrieve, turns out the red suitcase had been there a while but I hadn’t recognised it as it wasn’t mine and it was smaller now without as much luggage in it.
The arrivals area was packed, I walked along with my mountainous amount of luggage on my trolley (which I had to get help to retrieve as the silly thing would not budge, proof that Ireland is a failure in comparison to Asia) I couldn’t see them, I began to think perhaps they weren’t coming, something they’d do, my dad would think it would be funny or something, and then started to get annoyed as my coach back would cost more as it wasn’t online, but then I saw the big man himself, sauntering over in a favourite blue jumper (he has a lot of favourites which he outwears for weeks, don’t even start my on Spain and THE shorts) he didn’t see me, I walked left dodging other travellers, behind a pillar I spotted Rebecca and a large sign she had made “welcome Home Kelly” my heart lit up, they were finally here, reunited and home. When my finally saw me I was instantly taken back to the 8 weeks before, she burst into tears. They rushed to greet me, “the first one” returned at last
Highs
*angkor wat cambodia being on the highest part of angkor wat just the 3 of us, & climbing all over Ta Prohm
*riding up to doi tung villa all my senses were alive, wind in my hair, the smells of the forest, the cicadas, the view, going up and up, seeing everything
*learning to ride a scooter
*seeing a scorpian and water monitors
*hand feeding giraffes and the first to hand feed a leopard in Kanchanaburi
*Top of the world, Burj Khalifia
*solo travelling like an adult, Chiang Rai
*singing "lets go to the beach" on Ko Lan beach and island perfect water sand, temprature and waves, such fun jumping in them and over them
*spanked by a ladyboy Nana Palace
*making best friends at Wat Arun lit up at night
*Laos fountain at night, like another world
*Queen Siriket textile museum, falling in love with the monarchy
*the fun day never been so happy, couldnt stop grinning with all my wonderful presents and roses from the kids,never felt so loved and appreciated before, seeing them excel at conversation, tongue twisters and cha cha slide, their happy faces and competitive ways when getting stickers playing "teacher says" or gaining a certificate then signing autographs like a film star, and the brilliant goodbye staff dinner, lots of singing and dancing and wonderful presents!
*Bla's photo albumlove her
*Angkor Watseeing monkeys and elephants for the first time
*Bung boraphet hand feeding monkeys and bottle feeding goldfish!
*taxi driver complimenting my language skills of 2 months
*Tom's love life the cambodian masseuse & gay american who also massaged him
*my return from bitiec and Ayutthayathe kids copying my dance moves and loving it
*solo teaching getting the bad boys to behave and learn
*durian &Pad Thai
*our first monsoon rain at Wat Suthat, chanting monks, such atmosphere, broken by the huge rat that ploughed into tom
*Connect 5 with a Lady boy chiang mai free oral sex tips
*learning my final dance, no.10 of my thai dancing with Kru Dang
*french friends and little notes from Chiang Rai
*Being Lara croft and sneaky up a temple Bayon, Angkor
*conversations with Chongrak
*bla and her photos, ka,ka,ka,ka,ka!!! selfies on a moving bike
*only farang in the city, in flip flops, in a club
*quoting the room, je suis une artist or nicki minaj
LOWS
*the arrival at Bangkok airport
*loosing my ticket for the grand palace
*the kids dancing at 3am to Bitec
*sore face from smiling so long at the candle ceremony parade though i was dressed as a thai princess
*the tarantula whilst ill and dehydrated, the death of Mary
*noisy bats, roosters and the 3 DAY FUCKING FUNERAL AT 4AM!!
*the van journey to Laos, MY BLADDER! Tom the bastard, slept soundly, unlike poor Robin and i
*fish biting my back at level 2 erawan waterfall BOKE
*too many monkeys Lopburi
*lizard poo in my room and my first bucket shower
*the dreaded repeat episodes of holiday tummy
*Cambodia night market pub street, arguing over the fish pedicures that were meant to be free
*bathroom flooding in Chiang Rai
*public toilets, particularly on buses or a moving train!
*Walking street Pattayam dont get me started on my disgust
*hornets and ants at unesco sites.fucking hate ants, THEY BITE!
*saying goodbye to Chongrak and Bla at 5am :(
-Being the only amigo left of the three amigo tom and Robin
BEST TWO MONTHS OF MY LIFE, WANT BACK ALREADY!!
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