1) Every time I cross a border, I thumb through my passport and admire the growing collection of stamps and visas. I was doing so yesteray when I noticed that exactly 1 year had passed between my first and second entries into Thailand: 07 Feb 2008 and 07 Feb 2009. Crazy, eh?
2) On a slightly different note, both my first (Singapore-Malaysia) and final (Laos-Thailand) border-crossing experiences were marred by Severe Gastro-Intestinal Distress. Due to the sensitive nature of the topic, I'll just leave it at that. Unless I get 5 comments (all from different non-anonymous readers, no cheating!) begging to know all about my adventures in digestion.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Cessation of Perambulation
Yes, that means what you think it does. My 9 weeks of vagabondage are over and from tomorrow I will stay in one place for more than 4 days, and perhaps change my clothes more often than every other day.
Just had an exhausting day consisting of: minvan rides, boat rides, bus rides, taxi rides, accomodation-searching, toilet stops, and no food. And the poor little kid next to me on the last bus puking (but not on me). But now I'm in my hotel for the night, having been ripped off one final time.
Class starts the day after tomorrow...
Just had an exhausting day consisting of: minvan rides, boat rides, bus rides, taxi rides, accomodation-searching, toilet stops, and no food. And the poor little kid next to me on the last bus puking (but not on me). But now I'm in my hotel for the night, having been ripped off one final time.
Class starts the day after tomorrow...
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