Last I wrote on Thursday morning, Jam and I were about to hop in a taxi to catch a train to Chumphon, one of the southern provinces of Thailand. My internal clock has been out of wack to say the least. Thursday morning, its 1:00 a.m., I'm wide awake... I look over at Jam. It seems to me that he's awake as well, he's fidgeting. restless. What do you do at 1:00 a.m. in a foreign country when you just can't sleep? We whip out our phones, take full advantage of the complimentary wi-fi. I spend the next hour or so instagram stalking, I admit, it got a little out of hand. Since I'm taking a bit of a hiatus from cooking and baking, I've become slightly obsessed with following other food bloggers. Jam attempts to sleep, knowing full well he will be zonked by the time the afternoon rolls around, I've given up, I'm up. By this point it's 3:00 a.m., I consider writing, but feel as though a good yoga session would feel so much better. A pretty funny scene, Jam and I practicing a little bit of vinyasa at 3:00 a.m., we're a pretty motivated pair, obviously.
Once it's time to catch the taxi to the train station, I'm feeling like a total BAUS (definition of baus according to urban dictionary: The living and breathing embodiment of awesome). I've gotten my daily fill of all my favorite food blogs, done a solid hour of yoga, and have written my first blog post!
An older gentleman picked us up at our hotel. His car, a bright pink, not quite fitting for his serious demeanor. He had various statues of bhudda and the like glued to his dashboard, a clipping of another taped to the ceiling of the car. The car, clearly had seen better days. As he attempted to wrestle the shifter into first gear I was reminded of my early days learning how to drive stick, my mom cringing as the car would jerk two and forth. It's dark out except for the small amount of light that's coming from shops, preparing to open. The air is thick, humid. A layer of smog blankets the city, making me fully appreciate where I come from. Apartment buildings occupy much of the city, billboards are nestled in between them, making it all feel a bit claustrophobic. It's a short ride. We arrive at the train station, it's littered with others like us, large backpacks strapped to them and a look of pure confusion. Luckily the people of Thailand are familiar with this look, they are more than happy to help. We buy tickets, prepare for the next leg of the trip.
To be continued...
Once it's time to catch the taxi to the train station, I'm feeling like a total BAUS (definition of baus according to urban dictionary: The living and breathing embodiment of awesome). I've gotten my daily fill of all my favorite food blogs, done a solid hour of yoga, and have written my first blog post!
An older gentleman picked us up at our hotel. His car, a bright pink, not quite fitting for his serious demeanor. He had various statues of bhudda and the like glued to his dashboard, a clipping of another taped to the ceiling of the car. The car, clearly had seen better days. As he attempted to wrestle the shifter into first gear I was reminded of my early days learning how to drive stick, my mom cringing as the car would jerk two and forth. It's dark out except for the small amount of light that's coming from shops, preparing to open. The air is thick, humid. A layer of smog blankets the city, making me fully appreciate where I come from. Apartment buildings occupy much of the city, billboards are nestled in between them, making it all feel a bit claustrophobic. It's a short ride. We arrive at the train station, it's littered with others like us, large backpacks strapped to them and a look of pure confusion. Luckily the people of Thailand are familiar with this look, they are more than happy to help. We buy tickets, prepare for the next leg of the trip.
To be continued...
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