Upon arriving in Thailand I was informed that I had been signed up for a cooking class. This is not entirely a bad idea, as I have the ability to cause small house fires while making cereal.
Let me start by saying I love trains. Also Thailand is beautiful. BUT. And this is a big butt, like heavyset Brazilian woman big….
It started out well enough, I was picked up by a guy on a motorcycle at my hostel, and with my backpack on proceeded to ride across town as a passenger on the back of the bike.
Strange thoughts run through your head as you are cartwheeling down rain slicked asphalt at 45kph.
April 24th marks 300 days since I escaped from the barren unforgiving wasteland of my birth, for three hundred days I have enjoyed something known as sunshine, which sadly we do not really have in my country.
I found myself taking a series of planes from Kathmandu to Thailand. For reasons most clearly related to my being an incredibly cheap bastard I ended up with a seventeen hour layover in Kunming, China. Now I know you geography experts out there will point out that I flew in the wrong direction and should…