well. this is a bit surreal. i sat in this cafe six months ago.

i'm in thailand.

Leaving India was strange... i didn't have to be sad, because i knew that i'd be back in a month. Mostly i just couldn't take anything anymore. Every little thing was too much to handle. Too many people, too much dust, too much SLOW.

leaving was typical: i got to the airport early (That is actually incredibly atypical) to find a baggage check line snaking out the door. The air conditioner broken. Two customs lines closed. Security was sleeping or something.

I was there two hours early and i got through customs as my plane was supposed to be boarding. No one was panicking at all. Just me. Left exactly one hour late and inexplicably landed in Bangkok at the scheduled time.

i'm still happy to be gonig back in feb. i think. but i'm so SO glad that i get this break at home.

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It's such a scene here in Bangkok. I've been fantasizing about a massage at one of the temples, and then i think i'm going to go north to the mountains and go trekking for a few days.

8:52 a.m. - 2004-01-09