Time, currently 2.35pm in Bangkok international airort.
Stranded here because of jetstar asia's shitty-ness.
Still 8 more hours before I can see the bed, the room I miss so much the past 8 days.
Skin, irritable. prickly heat rashes.
Hair, a total disaster, tried to braid everything, I look like a chinese gone african gone science-experiment-freak gone wrong.
Exhaustion
Even the 10 hour bus ride is not as terrible as the 4 hours wait. I'm supposed to be on the pane now, leaving for home...
"Country road take me home..to the place wehre I belong..."
close shaves: My camera was almost stolen.
My itchy neck is killing me!)
haven't had a good night's sleep, last night the disco below my lousy camper's hostel was blarring disgusting pop music.
The aircon in my room was freezing, and I had no blanket.
ONe thing is for sure though, If I ever have a choice, I'm not gonna rough it out.
I might stick to being a pampered, well-rested, good-food stuffed, pink-of-health, sunblocked, mosturized, nice-smelling, clean-looking, straight-haired tourist.
Like those tour-group Japanese at Angkor
with nice hair, makeup, fair skin, no sweat top it all with hats, sunscreen, plus an additional umbrella.
I could have fallen to my death at Angkor when I was climbing those crumling steep stairs with no railings
but I didn't, thankfully.
I don't know where's the line between stupidity and bravery.
Fool? Foolhardy? Hardy?
None of the above.
I've breathed in tons of red dust, from the bumpy road to cross the border.
Am i proud of myself? Not really.
Wish I had taken a flight instead
Regret: My Freaking hair scares me everytime I see myself in the mirror.
Monster. Medusa. Mussafa(Lion King). Mistake.
ok. 3pm. I rest my case. I have been complaining too much.