Thailand came and went. I love the 1-2 week turnaround time, but it can feel too short when you barely get to know a place. Bangkok alone I could barely wrap my mind around. So, Thailand, you’re still very much a stranger to me. I hope to come back for you one day.
I spent the week in Bangkok becoming a certified Thai masseuse (see also: fried scorpion, tuktuks, and fuck-it-buckets). Getting certified was great and all, but the real treasure was my teacher Prapai. And if I ever get back to Bangkok she’ll be the first person I go see. That woman was somethin’ fierce. And I’m sure she’d hate to know I only scored a 77/100 on the final exam. #Average.
This part of our trip already feels a lot different than the first. I’m a lot more sure of what I want out of this experience and how I’m going to get it. Going home made me a bit anxious; I was all over the place. But, I’m starting to find some peace in the chaos of my mind. At least I’m feeling something, right?
I had a weird dream last night. I was driving, it was night time and I had a few high school friends in the backseat. We were on Millbury Street (s/o Grafton). There was trippy shit everywhere. Like a floating fire hydrant with an unraveled fire hose. And I was running over giant grocery bags and flashing lights. I think my mind was meant for chaos. If I accept it, it’s not as scary.
Now, I sit in a cafe with Bamae and we’re not talking. We’ve made it to Siem Reap, Cambodia… where I’ve found myself suckered into running an 18 mile race around Angkor Wat (I’ve known about this for like two months, it’s my own fault). I haven’t been training and it’s always hot and humid here so yeah I have no idea why I’m doing this and no I’m not sure what will happen but yeah I probably won’t finish. I write run on sentences when I’m nervous.
I’ll keep you posted.