Well, here we are, in Chiang Mai. I’ve been looking forward to this trip for a long time and it’s hard to believe we’re finally here.
It’s nice to be back somewhere that feels like home. We’ve only been to Thailand once before but it felt so comfortable to step off the plane here, and walk around the streets.
Plans for the next three weeks are fluid but will definitely involve a few days here in Chiang Mai before we head to Cambodia to visit Siem Reap and Angkor Wat, hopefully getting some beach time at Sihanoukville, and learning about Cambodia’s tragic past in Phnom Penh. It’s not a long trip, but it will be a relaxing one.
What the next three weeks will involve, without a doubt, will be pineapple shakes. Suicide showers. Squat toilets. Amazing food full of spices, chilli and flavour. Gulping down cold drinks to combat the chilli effects of larb gai (already experienced: this happened last night). Bargaining. Buying stuff I don’t need, just because it’s cheap. Riding motorbikes. Or, more accurately, riding pillion because I can’t ride a motorbike. Lugging around our backpacks. Visiting temples. Avoiding stray dogs and cats on the roads. Drinking copious bottles of water. Drinking too much alcohol. Finally figuring out which foreign coin is which – when I get home. Relaxing and reading. Tuk tuks. Heat. Sweating as soon as I step out of the shower. Risking my life three times a day to take another shower. And then sweating again. Strange smells – some good, some bad. Friendly smiles from locals. Cute kids. 50 cent beers. Wearing the same clothes every day. Getting sick of every piece of clothing I have brought with me. Having other people do my laundry – for ridiculously cheap prices. Hippies with deadlocks. Wandering. Getting lost. Finding the song of the trip. Taking too many photos. Beach time. Late nights. Sleeping in. $5 pedicures. Street food. Pad Thai. Banana and nutella pancakes. Sarongs. Wearing my bikini every day, even when I’m not near the water.
Bring it on.