With the blessings of sunny skies, life-saving airport staff and an uncharacteristic bout of reliability on the part of American Airlines, I have arrived in Bangkok. Safely. With all of my luggage. Only 30 minutes late.
Luggage that will hold all 77 lbs of clothes and useless toiletries = $200
Tiny Thai airplane neighbor who doesn’t speak English or take up too much room = Priceless
Upon arrival, I find Bangkok to be extremely hot, humid and completely translated into English for my convenience. The language barrier is more of an accent issue. Or just trying to get a Thai to understand that you are not a millionaire. So sorry, no exciting stories on the “Lisa speaks Thai” front. Yet.
My days have been filled with the obligatory first date-style conversations with my 70+ classmates for the week. Think of it as your first week of college in the dorms - lots of hellos, tons of free food, unnecessary information, awkward glances, memorizing the name/university/hometown of each participant.
People trying to get laid. Resulting gossip.
Beer. Beer. Beer.
Or Singha, if you want to be more specific. I am in Thailand after all.
2 comments:
Singha, not bad stuff. You could do worse as far as homeland beers. Poland, for instance, has some pretty skunky brews. Love the food, but the beer can be a little sketchy.
Oh yeah--hope you're doing well too.
- Kev
Nice pic. Can we get more scenery? Love, Julie (Mom2)
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