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The first day in Bangkok, Thailand (part 2)

By the time someone came up it was mid-afternoon and we still had the entire day ahead of us. So instead of chilling out by the pool or going to an air-conditioned museum, or something else that would ease us into this completely different culture, 90 something percent humidity, and the mid forty degrees weather, we went sightseeing. We took off first tuk-tuk of the trip to Wat (temple) Pho, aka reclining Buddha number 1 out of 7 I think. The ride there taught us some valuable lessons in the unspoken traffic rules of Thailand and for the most part South East Asia. Such as:

  1. If there is an open space, be it your own lane, the oncoming traffic’s lane, or a sidewalk, you are free to use it.
  2. If the light is red you don’t actually have to stop, just honk a bit as you go through to make your presence known.
  3. Stopping for pedestrians to cross will cause an accident, instead weave around
  4. Just an extra: Tuk-tuks are like roller coaster rides, minus the safety

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Around 3 pm, even after a popsicle, I was really beginning to feel the humidity, heat and lack of sleep. Luckily we were done sightseeing for the day and headed back home for a quick dip in the pool, which was quite refreshing. After, a bit before 6 pm, we ventured out to look for someplace to eat. There was a restaurant on the top flour of our hotel but we wanted to go someplace different for dinner. Since Thailand is so close to the border the sunset around 6 pm year round so we were walking around in the dark, finding all the restaurants to be closed… at 6. Yes, there were roadside stands with meats of a sort cooking over a fire, however, it was our first night in Thailand and we weren’t feeling all that adventurous just yet. Accepting failure and too tired to continue looking we headed home to the restaurant on the top floor.

This brought us to about 4 hours of sleep in the last 30 hours, 24 of which were spent travelling, add to that the culture shock, heat, and humidity my brother and I were exhausted. The restaurant was basically empty. My brother and I were more tired than hungry so we just decided to order chicken and cashew nut at out mom’s recommendation. (This lat became my favourite dish to eat in Thailand. I often had it at least once a day.)

The food came around 7 pm and I really didn’t care that much. Sleep had overtaken my thoughts, our lack of thoughts since I was starting to doze off, only to awaken multiple times with my mom trying to get me to eat. At some point, she figured my brother and I had had enough, let us roll out heads back a fall asleep for a bit. At which time she took a picture of us, heads back, tilted to the left and mouths wide open. bangkok city

We went up to our room and I was ready for bed, but I still had to brush my teeth, so toothbrush in hand I decided to just lie down, only for a few seconds, on my bed on the way to the bathroom. So I fell I sleep, toothbrush in hand, face planted on the side of my bed. I was woken up just enough to get me to roll on the way onto it and that’s where I slept at 7 pm.

Only to wake up 4 am in the morning. Safe to say I was a little jet-lagged and stayed that way for a good weak. That being said it did help us get an early start on the day, which meant being back home by that time the afternoon heat came around.



The first day in Bankok, Thailand (part 1)

And by day I mean 48 hours, except because of the timezone difference it was more… or less. Safe to say I was 15 years old and confused as heck, over the time zone change.


The flight was not until 12 pm at night, which meant we- my family- had the entire day to pack and try to remember if we were forgetting anything. My brother still ended up forgetting his retainer and me my favourite capris, but that’s fairly minor.


After boarding the flight I was fully prepared to go to sleep. It was midnight, I was tired, but what I was not was hungry… for airplane food. And yet at 1 am that is what they came around to serve. I mean I ate the fruit, obviously. By this time I was past the point of tiredness and was feeling that second wind, so I watched a movie. finally, I felt tired and was able to turn the “T.V.” off, put the remote into the slope of the armrest, the inside of the arm armrest, and go to sleep

Only to be woken up every time I moved, which, on a regular basis, is a lot. This was because, as I mentioned earlier the remote was on the inside of the armrest, therefore every time I moved, subsequently bumping it, the bright blue screen in front of me would turn. Safe to say I got about three hours of sleep out of the 13-hour flight.

At Taipei, Taiwan we switched flights for the last six hours of air travel. Getting off the plane we were immediately hit with the immense humidity and heat of Thailand, and we hadn’t even stepped foot outside the airport yet. Driving in from the airport the first thing I noticed there was an abundance of was giant billboards. Not the small to medium ones you’d see driving on a highway in North American, these things were 2-3 times the size of those billboards. 

prince palace hotelWhen my family travels we tend not to book things ahead. We arrive in a new place, “set up camp” at a cafe and search around for a good place to stay. The only time we book a place ahead of time is if we know we will have travelled most of the day and will probably just want to go “home” (where ever we happen to be sleeping that night) and chill out for a bit. 

On our way up to our hotel room, we passed this 3-foot wide jade cabbage. It was magnificent. My dad found it hideous and tacky, so naturally, I save it on his phone as the lock screen and the home page. He did not know how to change it back.

I guess our room hadn’t been cleaned yet, so my dad ended up calling down to get someone to clean. However, when you got someone on the line he began to talk around with the corded phone in hand, which in turn cause the phone to fall off the table every time. And by every time I mean, he did this a total of four times.


Coming in 11th in a 7 person race

A quote… from myself

I once got a 4th place ribbon in a 7 person 800-meter race, except all of the 6 other people in that race crossed the finish line before me…

A mentioned this on my About page, and now I will tell the story to go along with it. And no I did not attempt to cheat, fail, and get what I deserve

When I was in grade 7 all my friends and I decided to sign up for track and field events.

No, we were not, a few of us were a few of these things, but overall we were not the regular people to participate in s

  • sporty
  • active
  • school spirited
  • exercise loving

We did like tag though.

I really don’t know why we all decided to sign. I think it was just a “hey, it’s our last year of elementary, why the heck not?” This, I believe was my general mindset at the time: why the heck not. Like millennials are known for, I did it for the participation. Not so much the ribbon part though. I take no pride in holding up my pink or white (depending on if there were 6 or 7 people in a race) and saying: 

Mom, dad, look, I got a last place ribbon. Praise meeeee!!

Don’t get me wrong, they would still say a good job for trying and all that. But this is all beside the point

Back to the story

I usually did the 100-200 meter, and the 400-meter relay races. At the time I did soccer but was not much a runner. Be the goalie was more my thing. Who doesn’t like having the odds stacked against them and a ball flying at some part of their body? 

A large track and field sign up sheet was posted outside of my classroom, my teacher at the time was in charge of track and field for the upper grades. So picked up the blue felt pen, after debating what to sign up for with my friends, and put my name down for a few stuff I knew I wouldn’t be overly terrible in. When we all finished putting our names down in various spaces I noticed that no one had signed up for the 800 meter. So, I thought to my self, how hard could that be? Two laps, I can do that

When we got to the track on the day of the meet I decided to try and 800 meters before competing in one. Because it’s not like I should have maybe done this before signing up, or even before going to the meet. Nope, I was fine, it was fine. And it was fine. I took a leisurely jog around the track twice, didn’t have to walk, and barely broke a sweat.

My other races of the day, don’t even remember what they were but I know I got pink and white ribbons, aka last and second last. Oh well at least I tried

Then came the 800 meter…

My thoughts:

See the source image  Alright, I can do this, you’ve already done two laps and it was fine, it’s all good, you got this

My thoughts post the loud “BANG”

Oh my god, why the heck is everyone running so fast, I am so screwed

So I speed until I was close to the person currently in second last place. At this time I was basically sprinting. Quite a far cry from my leisurely warm-up jog. My main reason for speeding up to match their passe was not so that I wouldn’t lose, that was a given when I signed my self up. I speed up so that I wouldn’t look stupid. Ironically enough that is exactly how id use to describe my look, because 5 seconds after I speed up, aka sprinted, I came to the logical conclusion that I could not keep this pass for even a quarter of the way. This was made quite apparent by the fact that I was starting to slow down and everyone, was in fact, quite a ways ahead of me already.

For the most part, it was a blur.

During this “blurred” state I was in the race coordinator decided to start another race. Whether they same me a figured I wasn’t apart of it, or I was on my last lap (which it was) they started. If your wondering how on earth I didn’t manage to hear the sound “BANG” my answer is: I don’t know. My best guess would be I was too busy contemplating the notion of tripping my self. I know, a little drastic, but my only other idea at the time was to pretend I had to tie my shoe… which really would have made me look stupid…er.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, I decided neither option was very good. Mind you at this time I was about 200 meters away from the finish line. On my way to the finish line I saw one girl pass me, and then another, and another. 

Well fiddlesticks

I kept going, at a passe slower than walking but had the arm movements to make it look like a jog at the very least.

I made it! Thank god. All I want is water and to sit down.

But I had to get my ribbon first. 7th place here I come. Then an orange 3rd place ribbon was put into my hand…

This shoud be a 7th place one. Dont they know I was in the other race?

“Oh wait” Iheard they guy whio gave me my ribbon shout.

“Sorry, wrong one. Here you go,” he said as he exchanged ribbons with me

Okay good, they figured it out. Can I please just go sit down now?

As turn to walk away and look down at my ribbon I notice something wrong. A yellow ribbon… 4th place.

Well fluff me in the alpaka with a donky’s pineaple! Translation: At this point I really don’t care. This is not my problem.

And this is basically how the story ends. I just went to the nearest open bench, sat down, had some water, and tried not to barf, thinking

11th. I got 11th in a seven person race. How fluffin slow does one have to do something like this?