Hey everyone!

After three days of different flights, we are in BANGKOK!  And can you believe we don’t have any jet lag.  I think I was so tired from not sleeping Friday night that I just crashed on the plane and made the adjustment right away.  Yeah!

So I have to tell you that I’m just laughing as I write this blog post because the adventures we’ve had so far are hilarious!  We had booked train tickets in Hong Kong so that when we got into Bangkok, we’d go right to the train station and then ride all night to Chomphun, arrive at 4:30am, hang out until 7am, catch the ferry to Koh Tao island and lickety split, we’re scuba diving. 

Well, we should have known something was wrong when we were sent a random email to pick up our train tickets in a place called Domestic Cargo at Bangkok Airport.  Doesn’t that just so wierd already?  What the heck is Domestic Cargo? 

So we arrive in Bangkok and are told in this email to take Shuttle Bus A to Domestic Cargo which ends up becoming two shuttle bus transfers, on a crowded bus of local Thai people, driving around and getting the “full tour” of Bangkok’s airport grounds for almost two hours, to be dropped off at Domestic Cargo which is literally in the middle of nowhere!  I almost wet my pants, I was laughing so hard.  No one was even there but two guys behind a counter.  It made no sense at all.

And wouldn’t you know it, they didn’t have any train tickets for us.  :)  AND we were told to get back on the SHUTTLE BUS!  AHHHHH!

But we cut a break and met Tom, a taxi driver who just happened to be dropping someone off.  He got us to the train station, find out there are no tickets for us tonight or anyone for the NEXT WEEK due to a Full Moon Party happening end of the week. I guess 15,000 people travel to these parties.   So we checked into a total dive at the last minute in the heart of Chinatown and got in one of those open aired moped taxis (life risking all in itself!) and went searching for curry and rice. 

We found an open night market near Lumphini and lots of food with foot massages that cost $10 for one hour!  And when we finally made it back to our dive hotel in Chinatown, passing the vendor who is frying crickets along the side of the road, I fell right asleep and dreamed of cockroaches doing the conga all night at the foot of my bed.  🙂

We are back on a plane today.  We’ve decided to go the opposite way we orignially planned and head to the mangroves, limestone rocks and beaches.  We have no idea where we’ll sleep or what we’re doing, but to my surprise it’s okay with me.  I actually woke up early this morning while Brian slept and watched the sunrise and wrote in my journal for almost two hours.  I felt my soul take a deep breath, and I realized that is why I’m here…not to find the perfect hotel, the perfect beach, but to practice living…living without reservation and as a result, breathe a bit deeper.

Now back to the conga!  🙂

(Quick note from Brian:)

Here’s Me Ra and I carring our back packs at the Cargo Terminal.

You’ll notice Me Ra’s not in the picture, but her Backpack is. Interesting? Maybe I just like to carry both of our packs for the extra excercise?)