It’s 2am
and we’re halfway through the first leg of our trip. Don’t even ASK how many
legs there are. You know those Indian gods, the pink and blue and orange ones
that are all twisty with a million arms and a million legs? Well yeah, that’s
how many legs, one MILLION. You know how many legs a shongololo has? Yip, THAT
many. So many legs, soooo many. Well, I suppose this is technically the third
leg, the first was the 2 hour ferry from Phi Phi to Krabi, the second was a
cattle truck to the main bus station and this third one is this glorious bus to
Bangkok. We’ve just got back on the bus after our last stop, the road house we
first stopped at when we were making our way to the islands 10 days ago and,
needless to say, I learnt my lesson and ordered “chicken and rice NO spicy”
because the Thai red curry I had last time just about killed me. And also, I
came armed with toilet paper and hand sanitizer, I’m NO fool. Just a warning:
this post is going to be LONG as it’s purely for the purpose of keeping me
entertained for the next five hours. So if you don’t feel the need to fill your
mind with ridiculous Cary banter, then stop RIGHT here.
As I came
out of the filthy pit of siffness... I looked at myself in the mirror and thought
sheesh, I am SO pretty, I am so, SO pretty. No, not really, I looked at myself
and thought yowzer, this time 2 weeks ago I was in ski pants, and ski boots, I
was holding my skis and poles and I had a wooly hat and gloves on and I was
going up the mountain and look at me NOW… I’m wearing a baggy pair of harem
pants, a vest, no bra, flip flops, bracelets half way up my arm, my hair has
colourful braid things in it (which I’m in love with), it’s all messy, I have
my bikini bottoms on which, unfortunately, still have sand in them and I’m on
my way to Cambodia. How cool is that?
But you know what’s NOT that cool? The
fact that the toilet stench is wafting upstairs, that we chose the seats right
at the back that don’t recline, that the girl next to us is throwing up into a
bag and that I was so uncomfortable on my chair that I bundled my kikoi up into
a ball and slept in the middle of the aisle, ‘tis true, if it wasn’t for the
smell of peoples feet and the fact that I got covered in dirt, it would have
been great. In fact, I think when my laptop battery dies I might go back there,
great little spot. You know what does make me a bit jealous… is all these
couples on the bus, purely for the reason that they get to lie all over each
other and be comfortable. That’s the thing, when you’re with a friend or
sitting next to someone you don’t know you have that awkward thing where you
try not to just flop all over them, you have to always be aware that you’re not
leaning against them or anything, it’s so awkard.
ARE WE
THERE YET?
No, we are
not.
Okay so now
I’m thinking about what I’m going to do after the 25th January,
which is when Kirst flies back to South Korea and when I booked my return
ticket for. Except the thing is, I do not WISH to return, not yet. I’m thinking
of going to Laos after Hanoi, because I want to see some gibbon monkeys and
live in a tree house and then maybe Nepal, or Tibet, or both. I think I’d quite
like to volunteer for a couple of weeks, I think that would be nice. I’ve been
all take take and not much give give of late. I must just find out the Visa
story, I’d hate to end up as the star of “banged up abroad”,
don’t want THAT.
Gaah I keep falling asleep and then being woken by the bus
taking a corner too fast and my laptop sliding off my lap. It’s now 3.30… should
be there by 7am. Okay floor time, I can’t handle sitting in this chair.
