Koh Tao to Bangkok

I'm all sweaty. It's on average 35 degrees and raining pretty much all day. After arriving with the night train in Bangkok I was dumped by the taxi driver in the wrong place somewhere in this monstrosity of a city. I decided to wrestle myself on foot through it, without a map or any idea where I'm going to the place I wanted to be. I finally arrived soaked in rain and sweat. But I arrived :) This city is madness and chaos. But I love it. I love the diversity of the different neighbourhoods, people, shops, smells. The hundreds of little stands all over the streets with everyone trying to sell you something. From clothes to viagra, movies, music, porn, animals, samurai swords, drugs or even guns. If you got the money, they got the stuff. And everything can be bought on the street.

Most people don't seem to speak English too well so communicating with Thai results in really funny shit at times. The amount of stuff to see here is overwhelming. I just try to absorb it, like a sponge you wildly throw into a bathtub before it actually starts sinking. There is no time for nice and slowly. Bangkok is not nice and slowly. Bangkok is a smack in the face after the islands of South Thailand. No, Bangkok is just a smack in the face. Period. But I've always liked big cities. It's where life runs at it's highest gear. It's where you taste civilization in it's wildest, most dedacent forms.

Two more nights and I'm off to Changmai. From there I will be doing a boat trip into Laos for tubing. Aye. But first some tracking in Changmai. Gotta get my visum fixed for Vietnam too before I hit Laos or Cambodja. Fuck.

It's starting to be a hell of ride. I feel the best is yet to come. With best I mean...

Madness.

Well, maybe with the exception of Full Moon since that was madness in itself.

After all, that's what I'm looking for.

Madness.

Cheers!