Bangkok
I left Vietnam today. As I was driving to the airport in my taxi, I felt a little piece of my broken heart fly out of the window and attach itself to these beautifully innocent devious people. I spent much of last night walking around the city and eating ice cream, cause ice cream makes it all better! And as I was walking around the dark unlit side streets, every once and a while coming across a main apex of town, I found that I had clarity. There are some moments in your life that are clearer than others, everything is more real, more imposing, more defined. These are the alive moments, the difference between exsisting and living. I had that last night, and it was a wonderful feeling, as I was leaving the beautiful place of this definition, I left something of myself as well.
But I got on the plane and it was a good flight full of that turbulance that I find I am less scared of than before. My heart hurt a bit during take off and touch down, but other then that it was very good and I made a new friend. Got here and it's a rainy day in Bangkok, silly Dove can't take the Airport Express bus with all the other foreigners for the simple fact that it cost four times as much as the public bus that no one wants to take. So I'm standing at the pickup point for forever because the bus I want is appearently only running like twice a day, but finally I make it on and sit back enjoying the ride and the view. It's a good thing I had no clue where I was going, or I would have been really lost. As it was, I got off somewhere close to somewhere I thought I might want to be and started hunting down a hostel to lay my heavy heavy bag. I walked for hours, just looking and seeing and experiencing and loving, ever so often checking with the hostels to see the prices and anything above ten dollars was dismissed automatically with thanks and best wishes. Finally stumbling across a place that is around eight with air-con, I'll see if I can't do better tomorrow, but this will do for tonight.
Now, for something to eat, take my medicine, and research all the beautiful things I would like to do tomorrow.
Love you all.
But I got on the plane and it was a good flight full of that turbulance that I find I am less scared of than before. My heart hurt a bit during take off and touch down, but other then that it was very good and I made a new friend. Got here and it's a rainy day in Bangkok, silly Dove can't take the Airport Express bus with all the other foreigners for the simple fact that it cost four times as much as the public bus that no one wants to take. So I'm standing at the pickup point for forever because the bus I want is appearently only running like twice a day, but finally I make it on and sit back enjoying the ride and the view. It's a good thing I had no clue where I was going, or I would have been really lost. As it was, I got off somewhere close to somewhere I thought I might want to be and started hunting down a hostel to lay my heavy heavy bag. I walked for hours, just looking and seeing and experiencing and loving, ever so often checking with the hostels to see the prices and anything above ten dollars was dismissed automatically with thanks and best wishes. Finally stumbling across a place that is around eight with air-con, I'll see if I can't do better tomorrow, but this will do for tonight.
Now, for something to eat, take my medicine, and research all the beautiful things I would like to do tomorrow.
Love you all.