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My first two days have seemed like a total blur! So much has happened, I feel like yesterday was ages ago. I slept like a baby on my arrival at O Bangkok, the beautiful traditional guesthouse I was staying in. The room is literally two beds, and a bench but hey it does the job. The hand sprayer in the toilet and lack of TP left me puzzled though (are you supposed to spray your bum with this? I wondered) lol. and yes. yes you are. no TP in sight.
I woke up around three pm BK time and asked about my bag…no dice. So I went on an epic walk around the area we are staying in, the very touristy Khao San Road. I had a heavenly Thai massage (my first!) which cost me about 8 bucks and caused me to cry inside cause it was so good after sitting in an airplane for the better part of two days. I reveled in my alone-ness, totally cut off from everyone and everything I knew.
Now that I know how to kill someone with my bare hands from taking Jiu Jitsu, the prospect of walking alone through the crowded streets of Bangkok seems pretty safe 😉 People were alternately friendly and pushy towards me ( “You want Thai massage? Come with me, very good price, hey Lady! LADY!”). I eventually wandered back to my hotel feeling relaxed from my massage. I met a cool girl at the massage place and we planned to meet up at the full moon party later on in my trip.
After this I sat in the “lobby” (loose term as it is an open air patio that looks onto the street which is actually a restaurant and soooo beautiful) and befriended two Canadian backpacker girls who were travelling together. from Markham. hahahah small world.
I thought the rest of my night might be pretty uneventful so i read a book and went to bed pretty early.
1:30 AM KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. Wha? Where am I ? Who am I? What side of the world am I on? And who is knocking on my hotel door?
Turns out it was my new lovely roommate who had arrived, very apologetic for waking me up. She immediately reminded me of my dear friend and former roomie, (Hi Myriam!!) a French Canadian girl named Camille who was so sweet I knew we would hit it off. My guide invited me out as it was only 1:30 (lol) and after chatting for a few mins I felt wide awake and decided to join them. Off we went into the night to drink humongous beers on the street patios, dance till 4am at a crazy club, and stumble home amongst the children selling us roses and the drunk tourists spilling out of the clubs, seven elevens, alleyways and who knows where else.