I made it to my hostel after 25+ hours of travel. Sleepy eyed and jet lagged I fell into bed, still fully clothed. Grateful to arrive in Bangkok at 1am, I felt no guilt about only seeing the inside of my eyelids for the next 6 hours, or so.
I awoke feeling surprisingly well rested, though I knew it wouldn't last long. I explored my surroundings. "Ten dollars a night for this?" I thought to myself. My hostel was nestled in a quiet, but trendy area, the building doubled as an accommodation and workspace. It was clearly a hub for wanderers and digital nomads.
I sat down with my camera, journal and coffee and began to write. For the first time in over a year, writing didn't seem forced. After enjoying some alone time with my free breakfast, I headed over to Khao San Road. For those of you who aren't familiar with Khao San Road, it is a backpacker Mecca. I knew that it was something I had to experience, but the appeal escapes me.
I arrived at this hippie haven well before vendors were set up, but I took the scenery in at a nearby cafe. I drank Thai tea until my stomach hurt and ate som tum--a spicy green papaya salad.
After several hours of people watching I decided to head out on the town. Let me be clear, I am not above doing tourist things. I spent my night getting a fish pedicure, eating critters and shopping.
After having my fill of scorpions and silk worms, I headed back to my hostel, packed up and got ready for my overnight bus to Chiang Mai.