The Girl in the Big Mango

Jan 29 2009

True Friendship

Published by Elsie under Jokes

True Friendship

(With none of that Sissy girly Crap!!!)

Are you tired of those girls ‘friendship’ poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality?

Well, here is a series of promises that actually speak of true friendship.

You will see no cutesy little smiley faces on this card- just the stone cold truth of our friendship.

1. When you’re sad — I will help you get drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you that way.

2. When you’re blue — I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you then call you a wanker.

3. When you smile — I will know you finally got a root.

4. When you’re scared — I will take the piss out of you about it every chance I get.

5. When you’re worried — I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit your fucking whining.

6. When you’re confused — I will use little words and talk real slow..

7. When you’re sick — Stay the fuck away from me until you are well again. I don’t want to catch whatever you have.

8. When you fall — I will point and piss myself laughing at your clumsy arse.

This is my oath….. I pledge it to the end. ‘Why?’ you may ask? ‘Because you are my friend’.

Friendship is like peeing your pants: everyone can see it, but only you can feel the true warmth.

Send this to ‘all 6′ of your friends, then get depressed because you can only think of four!!! (don’t send it back to me…i really don’t give a shit!!!)

And remember….when life hands you lemons, get some tequila and salt and call me and we’ll get shit faced together.

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Sep 27 2008

Must be that time of the month…

Published by Elsie under General

Or maybe full moon??

Really, there must be a reason behind this…

About a week ago (Ok, it was Friday), I turned on my Skype as I hadn’t been on it much so just wanted to check in a bit. And not long after, I got a call from someone familiar…

Yep, you guess it. It’s the Alcoholic. I couldn’t see his online status since I had deleted him months ago. Caught me a little off guard he did. But nothing eventful, really. A few name callings just for the sake of it. And he said he would like to meet up soon.

…. rrrrrrright.

Last time I saw his face, he said “See you in two weeks” before buggering off. And that was… hmm… at least 6 months ago.

Anyways…. so, end of conversation, he had my phone number, I didn’t have his, he said he would call to meet the following week. Honestly, I didn’t expect him to call or anything. I lived my life as per normal.

A few days later, I was told that someone had seen him getting pissed out of his head somewhere. I didn’t care for details, as it didn’t matter. Thought I would try be a good friend so I sent out an email warning him about his boozing.

Boy, did he get pissed off with me. He rang me on Skype right after reading the email - fuming. Demanding to know who my source was and all that stuff. Saying I wasn’t being nice or kind to him (WTF?!?), etc. So, he successfully shot the messenger and I promised myself I wouldn’t care if he was dead or alive again.

Now, a few days later - well, today at about midday, I got a phone call from a number I didn’t recognise. I had to answer as sometimes it was about work. And you guess it….

Yep, right on cue, after being warned about his boozing, a Friday night came, and from the sound of it him, he has been drinking since last night and hasn’t been to bed yet. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, I know all this stuff.

In a lame attempt to get his sodding revenge (hahaha), he said to me “Oh hey, you know, I’ve heard you been seen walking around town, and people say Hey that’s Kay, that’s the weird girl, that’s the girl who can’t get a boyfriend…..”

I only heard up to that point as I took the phone away from my ear, took a good look at it, and clicked to hang up. Lord knows how long after that he kept spouting more shite to try upset me. Hahahaha.

I mean, Tom darling, my email was supposed to be a bloody wake-up call to you. You are a teacher at an international school. With your boozing and perhaps drugs taking? (I hope you haven’t done more of that shit) You really think the parents would be too pleased to see you - a teacher of their kids - in that state? Wake up, sweetheart. You need to get your shit together. Quick.

And really, honestly, my life has been a lot better since he buggered off. I’ve become my old self again. Just happier. If I had to have a boyfriend like this twat, I would rather die alone. Seriously.

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Sep 06 2008

Well, hello :)

Published by Elsie under General

First thing I should say that it is still safe to come to Thailand, even though we have been having some political thingys going on for a while now.

Well, as a matter of fact, I just had a friend in town for a few days and he left Thailand unscratched. Just a few mosquito bites.

I took him down to Bangsaen beach in Chonburi province for a night as it was a better choice than Pattaya. We stayed at this new hotel - Laplaya Boutique Resort. Quite nice, actually. Except there was only one English speaking channel on the telly.

Near the hotel, there was a (new, I think) hip bar which we visited. They got some interesting chairs and stuff. Lots of young people enjoyed their night out there, even though it was Thursday night. So, I guess they must be students from the university in the area.

Back to Bangkok and I had to get home, take a shower, get changed, and go out with my colleagues. Except I couldn’t.

For some unknown reason, the traffic that evening was a complete nightmare. After dropping my friend off, I was making my way back into town… and I realised I was screwed. Traffic just got worse by the minute. I remember I was stuck in Thong Lor for a bit over an hour. I mean, it took about two hours to move from Thong Lor BTS station to Phrom Phong station. I had to consult the girls in the office as to what to do as I knew I would be stuck there for quite a while. Strategies changed every call I made.

And in the end, I made it to the restaurant - one and half hours late. But I was forgiven as they all knew the traffic was terrible beyond belief. Enjoyed the night with all of them, though. It was good fun. Problem is, I didn’t think I was pissed. I knew I drank quite a bit, but didn’t feel drunk.

Turned out I was actually drunk, looking at a couple of messages I wrote last night.

Oh, and the hangover I am still having now also.

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Aug 21 2008

Update

Published by Elsie under General

How time flies!

Anyway, just a quick update that I am still alive and kicking. It has been a tad busy over here, what with my uncle passing away and stuff.

Hoping to do some constructive stuff for the site soon.

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Jun 25 2008

And there he is… again

Published by Elsie under General

After my beloved the Alcoholic disappeared from my life, I have started rebuilding my self-confidence and my life. Slowly.

I am more friendly, nicer to co-workers and bosses, and all that. My mood swing is better.

And then, he gets back in touch.

Seeing that cheeky face with that familiar cheeky smile with no signs of remorse on Skype was a pretty dumb idea, as it resulted in me getting angry (again), upset (again), sad (again), and then me getting drunk (good excuse actually) and taking three tables of sleeping pill and antidepressant.

And then, I realised I hadn’t had dinner.

Shit.

So, I passed out pretty much right away and got sick a few hours later. And a few hours later.
Well, at least, I eventually woke up today.

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May 20 2008

A quick trip

Published by Elsie under General

Well, actually, it was two quick trips.

Two weeks ago, Mum and I went to Chantaburi to check out some business opportunity. I will have to write that one up very soon. Got a few pics too.

Last weekend, I went down to Pattaya with two friends. I had planned to go there because Lee Shamrock - a friend of mine - was going to play there on last Sunday. But shit happened first and he wasn’t playing anymore.

The hell to it! I was still going. I needed a quick break.

That. And AH was coming over to see me too.

AH and I were together for a while. We split last year. For some unknown reasons, AH is one of the two bastards I can never forget. The other is called CJ. Lord knows why. I once had lost contact with CJ for at least a year. When we met up again, it was just like we had never been apart.

Strange thing is that, AH and CJ look quite alike. I hadn’t seen CJ for a long time when I first met AH at a party. I couldn’t quite take my eyes off AH that night. Oh, the good old days.

It was very nice to see AH again.

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May 06 2008

Life is good

Published by Elsie under General

Well, ok, there is still some shit here and there. But at least, it’s my own shit.

Just a few weeks ago, I went out with a few friends. I ended up drinking with one of them until 6AM. Just by the end of the evening (or was it the morning?), some tosser pissed me off. So, we decided to go home.

That was a nice change. I mean, usually, if I was up until 6AM, it was because the Alcoholic wouldn’t go to sleep and was having a pop at me. It was usually drama, headache, argument, tears and all that. But that Friday night, it was great fun. I had a great time with my mate.

And that makes me feel life is just getting better after such an ordeal.

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Apr 14 2008

Happy Songkran!!

Published by Elsie under General

This time of year again.

It’s Songkran - Thai New Year.

I usually stay home in Bangkok, as it is a crazy season nationwide. This year, actually, I would love to visit a neighbouring country, but decided against it as travelling during Songkran is very dangerous.

Asoke intersection is rather quiet over Songkran.

So, I stayed in Bangkok as usual. On the big day, Apr 13th, I went to have a late breakfast with my friends in Sukhumvit soi 8. And we ended up staying there the whole afternoon.

Det 5 bar was our base.

Our team was getting ready for the water fight.

Oh, a dry man was running away. But no worries, the team next door got him.

There was some odd moments when our warriors attacked each other. We were on the same team, people!

Our team was reloading.

It was great fun. We all got soaking wet. Happy Songkran!!!

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Apr 03 2008

I was dating an alcoholic

Published by Elsie under General

I don’t even know where to begin. Things have been mad. Really mad.

I haven’t updated this blog so often because mad things kept me very busy. Well, either busy, or depressed.

When I first met this guy, everything seemed to be all right. We were mad about each other. Not too long into dating, I started seeing a sign or two. He sure could drink like a fish. But most of the time back then, he didn’t drink that much. Until one night, he went out to a party and didn’t come home until the next night. While he was in touch during his session, he was too pissed to hold a proper conversation. When in front of other blokes, he would be nasty to me. When out of their earshot, he would be nice to me. He wouldn’t let me know where he was until the next night. About 9pm, I think, he finally told me he was coming home. I waited for a bit, but having a hunch, I rang him again. I finally found out which bar he was in. I went to take him home. And it turned out he was running low on the cash, so that was when I came in. I lied and told him I didn’t have money, so he drank until his last Baht.

Dragging him home was not fun. Then, he was hungry and wanted to have a burger. Ok, then, had a burger. Now I paid for it. Oh, and during the day, while he was pissed out of his head somewhere, I did his laundry, made sure he would have clean clothes for his trip to Malaysia the next day.

I still didn’t realise his issues were bigger than they seemed. I thought that session was bad, but then, it wouldn’t happen again - because I was a relatively nice person, he should care for me.

It did. Many times.

He made it to Malaysia as planned, and was waiting for me in Phuket when he got back in Thailand. I missed him and wanted to see him, so I changed my flight one day earlier. The night before my flight, he confessed he had slept with a Filipina while he was in Malaysia.

Two big red flags so far, but I still wasn’t running.

Our relationship was changing for the worse, but we didn’t know what was wrong. Something was wrong on his side, but he didn’t know what it was. So, it was pretty tricky to fix the situation when no-one knew what was wrong. Things went downhill afterwards. We tried go on a long trip together, but things were not improving. He always drank too much. One certain night, he was getting really aggressive. He lost it completely, and was about to hit a guy for no reason. He couldn’t even stand without help. That was a long night, as he wouldn’t go to sleep. I carried him back to the hotel, and he started having a go at me. He said all hurtful things to me and started hitting the door.

When I was growing up, my father was a loud, angry, abusive drunk. So, I’m terrified of drunk men.

Because of all the stress and argument, I was screwed - mentally. I couldn’t keep up with my work, and I finally got myself in trouble at work.

His drinking wasn’t too bad then, but the nature of our relationship was. Ok, maybe his drinking was pretty bad, but I thought we could fix it. Or I could fix it.

How many red flags so far, I’ve lost count?

Then, he had to go back home for a while to get his paperwork done. He would be back and start a new job soon.

While he was back home, we were in touch daily. Simply because I insisted. Then, one night, under no uncertain terms, he told me we wouldn’t get back together in that way.

But since he had only me he could count on here, we spent a lot of time together when he came back. Things at his work were not going so well, and they caused him mega stress. I was there to listen to him, and to cheer him up. I did all I could. But things were not improving.

Having a job was good, as then, he couldn’t go out drinking during the week. Then, a Friday came. He would go out drinking, and couldn’t stop. So, we usually went out on a Friday night, he got pissed and drank all night, he was sobering up on Saturday evening/night, and Sunday was for depression.

That was how we spent almost every weekend.

One of my best friends kept telling me to move out. But I thought I could help him keep an eye on his drinking when I was around. So, I stayed.

One Friday night, he went out with another bloke from his workplace. I was losing it myself, after so many horrible weekends. I asked my Mum to come over and keep me company. He didn’t call me until 5am. And that was only because the taxi driver didn’t know where the apartment was. He told me he got beaten up. When he came home, my Mum advised me how to treat his nose and black eye as she used to be a nurse. He didn’t stay up long, and went to bed easier than usual. If my Mum hadn’t been there, it would have been another mad 3 hours of argument. I think this was the night he spent about 14,000 Baht.

Mum had been a nurse for so long. Once she saw what state he was in, she realised he needed help from a professional. He does have deeper issues that I can’t write about. But they are there and he needs to sort them out.

Mum kept me company till morning. And she left just before he woke up. So, that’s another session and I still wasn’t running.

Not long after, he decided to give up his job. Now jobless, it was harder for him to stay sober. He was being a good boy for a few days. Then, one evening, we usually met up after I was done at work for dinner. I rang twice, he didn’t answer. I rang again and his phone was off.

I don’t know why I thought of a certain bar, so I went down there. And funny enough, he was drinking there with another bloke. He told me his battery was flat. I may appear to be so fucking stupid for still staying with him, but I am not THAT stupid. I didn’t check his phone, when he handed it to me. I could have called his bluff, but decided against it.

That night was a bit eventful, but it was kind of under control. At least, he came home.

A few nights later, a Saturday night, he went out to meet another bloke again. This time he didn’t come home - again. I called, but he never answered. Until Sunday afternoon, he texted me that he was safe and that he was still with that bloke - it turned out to be another lie. Sunday 4pm, he told me he was having a meal and would come home afterwards.

He didn’t.

I had to take sleeping pill so it knocked me out and I went to work on Monday morning. I had to keep my job.

I got to talk to him before going to work. He said he would come home soon.

He didn’t.

And his phone was off around midday. I couldn’t take it any longer, I moved out that evening. It was upsetting. But Mum couldn’t just sit and watch anymore. I was losing it.

Mum gave me some anti-depressant and I took my sleeping pill. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to sleep. And they knocked me out.

Tuesday came, and I went to work as usual. He rang me at about 10:30am, crying and saying sorry to me. And of course, I ran back to him, bringing food and grocery in. After all, I was the only one he could count on, right? No, I was the only one who was so stupid and blind by my love for him.

He told me he wanted me to come back - but not everyday. Our relationship/friendship had been strange for quite a while now. Ok, being a Scorpio, I am pretty extreme. It’s pretty much all or nothing to me. But never mind, fine, we would work something out.

A few days later, he rang one of my mates and they went out to a function together. He didn’t want me to be at his place that night. So, after some argument through my mate, I went home, took my sleeping pill, and slept.

The next day, you guess it, I ran back to him again. It was a weekend now.

Friday was ok. Saturday was ok. Until we started drinking at home.

We shared a bottle of wine on Saturday evening, but he drank more beer after. When we ran out of beer, he told me he would go out to get some more and promised to come back. Well, he did come back - with beers, and whiskey. Uh oh, it’s usually whiskey that set him off. So, I asked him not to drink the whole lot in one night. He said OK.

And he did drink it all in one night.

Other things happened. He got pissed off. And other stuff that I am too embarrassed to write about. Let’s just say, there was/is another woman involved.

Things went horribly wrong. Not getting any sleep didn’t help either. Until he insulted me to the max and I couldn’t take it any longer, I lost it and slapped him as hard as I could.

I had never slapped anyone in my life. Seeing how violent my father could be, I never wanted to be violent. But I had been provoked for at least 8 hours straight that night. I should have run away when the sun came up. But being a weak girl that I am, I didn’t. So, I had to pay for it by losing control totally.

Obviously, we had to totally split up now. So he packed his bags and headed to the airport, telling me he was going to Bali. Well, he had planned to go to meet a friend in Bali in two weeks anyway, so might as well go a week earlier.

It turned out to be another lie. He didn’t go to Bali. In fact, he is still in Thailand. I think I know where he is. Oh, I mean, where they are.

An ex-alcoholic rang me when he was screaming at me after the slap, he said “Get out of there. Quick! Dont talk to him. Just tell him you need to go buy cigarettes or something.”

Well, I didn’t have to go anywhere. He was leaving. Before he left, he told me he wasn’t running to any girl, he only needed to get away for a bit.

Yeah, right. And I’m a virgin.

My head is totally done in. I am fucked. I thought I could help him, and I tried. But I failed miserably. A couple of people suggest I attend Al-Anon meeting. I had been reluctant. But after the split, I knew I really needed help to deal with it all. I blamed myself for the things that happened. I hated myself for slapping him. But I can assure you now, that his behaviour was way out of line, and I doubt anyone could handle such insults for so long.

A few friends of mine who have been supporting me emotionally are great. They are great people. They are patient with me. It is good for me to have decent people looking at the situation from the outside and comment on it. I’m not blaming everything on him. I played my part. He played his. And here we are.

I have been to Al-Anon meeting only once. And they are supportive. I will stick with them for a while as I want to give it a try and see if it works for me. I’ve lost self confidence, self respect and sanity. I should have run a long time ago. I didn’t, so now I’m trying to pick myself up and move on.

Being with an alcoholic is not easy at all. You think you want to help them. But at the end of the day, it’s only them who can help themselves. There is only so much you can do. I’ve learnt this a hard way.

I thought I was a nice person so he would control his drinking as I wanted him to.

Wrong.

They don’t stop drinking to please you.

If someone close to you shows signs of being an alcoholic and you are losing your mind over their drinking, contact Al-Anon. Don’t wait so long as I did. Because then, it will be too late.

http://www.al-anon.alateen.org/

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Jan 08 2008

Good morning, Vietnam

Published by Elsie under Travel Stories

I don’t really know where to start. So, let me just say this first…

What a fucking trip.

We got a good deal on Nok Air, so I agreed with two of my colleagues (all girls) to go to Hanoi for 3 days.

We had booked a hotel (40 USD) and airport pickup service (12 USD) well in advance. When we landed at Noi Bai airport as scheduled, there was no one to pick us up. Strange town, strange people, strange language! After a while we decided to grab a taxi to the hotel ourselves.

The taxi we got from the airport agreed on 12 USD flat rate from the airport to the hotel. I had my guard up, having read so many stories about scams in Hanoi. When the taxi passed a toll-booth looking thingy, we saw his company (yes, he had a company!) paid something like 10,000 VND to someone before reaching the booth. But didn’t pay anything at the booth.

He asked us how much we were paying the hotel, and one of us told him we hadn’t paid yet. And he asked again how much, so I lied and told him 29 USD. He exclaimed “Expensive!” and started going on about 10 USD hotels, etc etc. None of his business really if we wanted safety and comfort.

And he finally parked in front of the hotel (I think it was), and before we could get out, a guy opened the taxi and said “You’ve booked a room right? Sorry, the hotel is full now. But I will tell the taxi driver to take to another hotel of us with the same quality and same price. It’s not too far. It’s also in town.”

I wasn’t too sure, but this hotel does have another branch.

And off we went.

The taxi driver dropped us at some sort of hotel (it’s actually a travel agent with rooms upstairs). When I gave him 12 USD, he started making a scene and showed me a A4 size paper - all in Vietnamese language with “300,000 VND” on it. He demanded we paid this 300,000 VND also (approx 18.75 USD) as it was “government fee”, referring to the toll-booth looking thingy.

Government fee my arse.

I asked him how come the toll booth fee was higher than the actual taxi fare. He didn’t answer, but started making a scene again that we had to pay. Then, we told him we would look at the room first and would come back to deal with him shortly.

The room was ok. And the hotel receptionist said “So that hotel charged you 29 USD right? We’ll charge the same rate.”

So, how come you knew they were charging us 29 USD then? And it wasn’t even the right amount!

We negotiated the price down, and done at 25 USD, including breakfast. And they confirmed they opened 24/7, e.g. not going to lock us out if we came back late.

And we went down to the taxi driver again. We decided to pay to end this hoo-ha as it’s a bloody waste of time. We gave him 300,000 VND with the “take it or leave it” remark. He took it while still complaining and drove off. I suspect the 300,000 VND thingy was in fact the car tax for the whole year. So, if you are sure you are safe from them, tell your taxi driver to fuck off.

We got changed and came down stairs to ask about one day tour to Halong Bay that we wanted to go the next day. The same receptionist quoted us 25 USD for ordinary tour and lunch. We negotiated down to 23 USD and couldn’t be bothered to negotiate further.

It was a join tour (16 pax) and it shouldn’t cost you more than 20 USD. So, again, if you are sure you are safe from them, tell them to fuck off. Or go to another travel agent. Someone will definitely start from 20 USD and you can probably get it at 16 - 18 USD.

After paying yet another overpriced tour, we went out to explore the city. Only took us 3 and half hours to get all this shit done.

Hanoi was very noisy. There were many many motorbikes. And everyone seemed to be going at the car/bike horn all the time. Madness.

We walked around for a bit (with a Thai older man we met at the hotel) and we got rid of him when we got annoyed. He was quite strange.

Anyway… so while we were making our way back to the hotel, we spotted a pub we had walked past earlier (and there were a few cute men hanging out there) so we went in for a cold one. It’s called Le Pub.

My cold one cost 16,000 VND (or 1 USD). Pho cost 20,000 VND here (7,000 VND on the street, but it wasn’t very comfortable to sit).

When we walked into the hotel, we saw the taxi driver there chatting away with the hotel boys.

Cheeky bastard.

So, they were in it all together.

Anyway… we got some rest as it was quite cold for us, it was a long day, and we had to get up early for the Halong Bay trip.

We went down the next morning around 7.30 AM for breakfast. Some dodgy french bread, butter and jam, and coffee or tea.

While waiting for the van to pick us up, we took a look around the area.

And the van finally turned up. So, we started our (approx) 3 hours journey to Halong harbour.

The van stopped for 20 minutes at a place where you could buy (overpriced) souvenir.

And not too long, we arrived at Halong harbour. At long fucking last.

There were hundreds of boats here, heading to Halong Bay daily. Here, your tour guide will give you a ticket which you have to keep on you. They will check this ticket again at the cave. The ticket is included in the tour price.

It was quite an adventurous walking through another boat, and hopping on the next one, trying not to fall off. Take your rucksack if you have stuff with you. Even if it was just a bloody book. Oh, and DO take your own drinks. It was expensive on the boat.

When everyone was ready, our driver started engine, bumping and pushing other boats to get out. And we were on the way to Halong Bay.

….. and no sign of lunch yet. Everyone was starving. We were wondering why they were not serving lunch yet. After 45 minutes into the journey, we knew why.

They stopped here, trying to sell you some fresh seafood. Errm.. very fresh.

These buggers cost 200,000 VND per kilo. That’s 12.5 USD. They were funny looking. And a few of them were so big they would take up the whole table after they were cooked.

No, thanks.

After a long while, the boat started moving again. And not long, lunch was served!! Yippee!!

There were also two dishes (fish and.. I forgot) after this, but we were too hungry to wait. So, no pics of them.

Stomach was full and we were happy again so we started enjoying the scenery in Halong Bay.

Kind of. I think the southern of Thailand is more beautiful.

Next stop was a cave. They did it nicely for tourists.

Let’s take a look inside.

Your tour guide will tell you all the stories about it. Their accent might be a bit difficult to understand, though.

After the cave, the boat made her way to Cat Ba island to drop people who were staying the night in Halong Bay off. The rest went back with the boat to Halong harbour and took a van back to Hanoi. We arrived back in Hanoi around 8.30PM.

Knackered.

But we continued our journey and went to the night market.

It’s located on Hang Dao street, and go all the way from Hoan Kiem Lake to Dong Xuan Market. Lots of cheap stuff you can get as souvenir and this is the best place to buy. But you have to be a bit patient, as the Vietnamese like to push their way. They probably don’t even realise they do it. I mean.. all of them. We got pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed. Until we had enough, and decided to go back get some rest.

The last day, we got our tickets for the Water Puppet at 2:45 PM. They do have an extra round on Sundays at 9.30 AM.

As it was our last day, we decided to go for a proper breakfast elsewhere. And here it is…

This one cost 25,000 VND, and the tea cost 10,000 VND. That’s about 2.19 USD in total.

After breakfast was shopping time. Around Hoan Kiem Lake, there were thousands of shops. Very good prices for shoes, boots, and bags. I was more interested in the Huc Bridge over Hoan Kiem Lake.

Then, we went back to hotel to check out. And got on cyclos for an hour tour. They asked for 5 USD per hour. But we got the price down to 3 USD. You can try for 2 USD as many people got it at that price.

Shophouses in Hanoi

When an hour was up, we got something to eat, and headed to the Water Puppet Theatre. The tickets are 20,000 and 40,000 VND. Though they write they charge 15,000 VND for photographs during show, and 75,000 VND for video, no one bothers to pay or to ask someone to pay.

The show takes about 50 minutes, I think.

After the Water Puppet, we walked around a little bit more and got back to hotel. We got a taxi to the airport via the hotel we stayed at 14 USD. And we made the guy promise us there would be no fucking extra fees this time. He did. So, although the fee was a little higher than it was supposed to be, we were okay with it.

Lots of people flying out. Most of them were Thai. And we had a pleasant journey home.

Oh how I missed civilisation.

More pics from this trip are here.

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The Girl in the Big Mango

True Friendship

Must be that time of the month…

Well, hello :)

Update

And there he is… again

A quick trip

Life is good

Happy Songkran!!

I was dating an alcoholic

Good morning, Vietnam

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