I've just opened my inbox and seen a booking confirmation for Bangkok, apparently I went and booked a ticket to THAILAND (I might have been someone else though, a naughty little fairy who knows my banking details, I'm not sure but I'm willing to live with it). Apparently THAT is what's happening, that's where it's at, yoh. Yesterday I was googling "budget accommodation in Chamonix over Christmas" and today I'm googling "cool stuffs to do in Laos".
Oh, do you think China Southern does Christmas din-dins? Haha. Crackers? Ridiculous paper hats with lame jokes? Mince pies that no one eats? Quality streets that cost a fortune? I. Want. CHRISTMAAAS.
I would be lying if I said I wasn't feeling pretty SCATTY in me head, pretty coo-coo pretty like "WHAT have I just done", pretty like "do I need a visa and all that sheesh-kebab", like "will I get deported, and stuff", "do I need vaccination whosie-whatsits". So many questions.
I have a confession. I don't even know how much money I have in my account (cringe!)I have a rough idea, I should be fine, I saved loads over the summer, and I know for sure I didn't spend it ALL in Europe. If not... I'm sure there's someone in Thailand who "laaak blonde gaaahl, 24 dollah feeeftee"
Oh, Confucius say, man who walk through airport door sideways, going to BANGKOK. Girl who goes through airport door sideways, well, she's just going through airport door sideways (loser).
I made that last bit up
I made that last bit up
