It takes about 14 hours to get from California to Asia. Add a few extra if you’re going inland. My flight took off from San Francisco – a city that had since fallen short of all the dreams I wished it to be – a new life with a love that didn’t work out, a dream job that didn’t last… It’s safe to say post-college graduation wasn’t going as I had necessarily hoped it would. Until now. I bid it all farewell from my window seat, watching the Golden Gate Bridge grow more distant. I let out a vocal sigh of relief and watched the so-called “failures” become insignificantly small as we flew away until eventually, I could see nothing at all.
“Holy shit, I’m really going to Thailand!”I thought as we headed over the ocean. Countless hours came and went, as did the growing insecurity. I am REALLY far from home. Flight announcements were whispered in Chinese, I looked around and saw all Asian people. It was dark outside, nothing but the ocean below. A large smile came across my face. I did it.
“You deserve this now. Let yourself be happy.” Ever since that moment I have accepted that in which i can not control. Despite getting lost as soon as I got to Bangkok (the public transportation is all in Thai), and wandering at dark with my Lonely Planet book in hand, I embrace the process. Thais are very friendly although the English barrier makes them pretty unhelpful.
I have now been in Thailand for 3 days but I have seen enough to feel like it’s been much longer. I’ve seen monks accepting food offerings on the same street as go-go dancers and men offering ping pong shows. I’ve seen peaceful demonstrations by pro-government Thai locals holding candles and honoring large posters of the prime minister. I’ve seen the Grand Palace, where the King lived for hundreds of years. I’ve seen the oldest Buddhist temple in Bangkok and Chatuchak market, one of the largest outside vendor flea markets in the world. I’ve made friends with a Taiwan girl and far too many British men, local Thai students practicing English and Australian hostel owners.
have no idea what time it is at home, I don’t even know what day it is. I have a watch but only because it cost 150 baht ($5). Even so, what time is it? It doesn’t matter.
The best way I can find to describe Bangkok is the way a friend put it, who said, “it’s like everything got picked up, the old and the new, got swirled around and splattered back down.” It’s true, you can find everything here. It’s organized chaos where people walk the streets all hours of the day and sidewalks are crowded with street vendors and food stalls… Ah the food here!!!
It’s so amazing I will have to save that for next time.