I woke with a fright, having no idea how long the phone had been ringing.
I knew nothing. Not who I was, or where I was, or what I was doing. Nothing. Then it hit me like a pile of bricks, I was in Bangkok.
Unable to sleep on the plane, 18 hours of travel had done a number on me. As I adjusted to my new world I realised Jeremy had arrived, our final companion for this trip of a lifetime. The adventure could finally begin.
All the nervous thoughts I had before boarding the plane were nowhere to be found. A sense of exploration, wonder, and excitement filled the void.
Exploring the city I realise how out of place I am. I would like to think I've been a lot of places and seen a lot of things, but, thinking about it, I have never been to a place where I don't share, in some way, the primary ethnicity. This is so very different from anything I've experienced thus far in my life.
Beginning in Bangkok leaves no room to ease into the situation. At every turn we are bombarded with taxi this, food that, and, of course, "boom-boom?" Every stall I visit gives me the "best deal," which I know can always be better.
Before knowing it Khaosan Road materialises and we begin wading through the masses. Being one of the locations of The Hangover 2, we take nothing for granted, but, in the end, we'd been had.
Drunk was an understatement. Timmy was on the stage with the dancers and in some cases all by himself. Food was a never-ending pit of goodness. Conversations came and went, knowing full well they would be only flashes tomorrow.
Stumbling up and down the road we thought we'd seen it all, only later to find out it was nowhere near.
The tuk-tuk pulled up, and I wondered how we would survive. This thing didn't seem safe and fitting all of us inside would be a struggle. But, the session at Khaosan curbed these thoughts, and we were off.
The first day had come and gone. Jet-lagged and semi-drunk we made it back to the hotel where sleep came easy.
Until next time...