There is no words left. We are just enjoying each other’s presence for our last night together. What we say doesn’t matter anymore, we accepted each other as part of our stories already. It couldn’t be the same without a sneaky pool time at midnight so we baptism our drunkness into the cold water in the hotness of the night. We feel in union, around a broken surfboard. We say goodbye under the stars, that look a little blurry from where we are.

Last sunset in the Middle East and I register my bag in an airport surrounded by the desert and the machines to extract oil.

 
 

Three or four “meals”, thirty seconds of sleep and two movies later, I land off in Bangkok. By the way, you should watch Man Up if you want to cheer up, it’s a  pure British funny movie and the cockney slangs reminded me home…

 

I couldn’t stop smiling at the arrival and met this nice American lady who was joining her niece for a bit on the road. In the cab to the hotel, I realize how huge Bangkok was. Skyscrapers and motorways. Not really the image than European have of this city surprisingly. 
After a little nap, I went outside for lunch, in a vegetarian restaurant that the lonely Planet suggested (what a sweet sweet guide when you are on your own…) 

I tried to get lost as much as I could in the little streets along the canal and opened my nose to all the new scents. Some of them follow you for ages and you regret the warm weather which cut your appetite. Some others hit you directly in the stomach and you deeply regret walking in that little Soi (little street).

  
    
  

I found a garden and a beautiful palace that was actually the sepulture of the Queen. i don’t really how but I followed some Thai, covered my shoulders and ended up in a religious market in the back of the area. I was the only european and I still don’t know if I was allowed to be here…  

  
    
    
  
A little bit further, behind the luxuriant trees, I spotted a big Golden spike in the sky who looked pretty appealing. It was actually the Golden Mount, that I decided to fiercely climbed… What are 344 steps under a 6.000 degrees Celsius big white sun? I let you guessing… 

I felt quite dizzy when I arrived on the top so I sat for a bit in the shadow. It was a really beautiful moment, full of peace and calm, the heart beating as loud as the gongs and the eyes lost in the 360 degrees view of a busy crazy Bangkok.

  
    
    
  

   
    
  

      
    
    
    
   

I walked back to the hotel via the canal. I felt really surprised about all the smiley faces that I’ve seen during the day. Even when I’ve been walking in some places that seemed really poor, it was incredible to have a nice and warm smile in return to yours.
at night, while waiting for Marion and Eddy to show up at the hotel, I’ve met Diep, a 33 years old mother who definately refrained my desire to cuddle some cats and dogs around. her littleson Alexandre had a huge bandage on the face because of a dog’s bite.
I met also Sylvain a cool french guy who gave me a lot of advices. that’s how I like travelling. it’s always really helpfull to have a guide but the real tips are given by travellers. they can give you the do and don’t that all the travellers should learn by heart.
Like for exemple how to dress up. you have to learn when you travel and of course doing mistakes is part of the game but please, ladies with you tank top, the boobs half outside in a big city and a bit conservative city like Bangkok… Really? put a little shirt under that shirt my sweet darling. Also, to all the girls who are wearing half shorts. Respect yourself and the locals! Gosh I feel like a grand ma saying that but I swear, I’ve seen some pretty bad stuff.

Marion and her boyfriend arrived finally at the hotel. We were starving and it was late. We had a drink to celebrate the reunion with one of The petite pépée I travel with in New Zealand three years ago (remember? Clic! ). But before, we tried a HOT SPICY CHILLI KILLER STREET FOOD on some children platic stools. The thai around laughed a lot on me who managed to be as red as a tomatoe after the first bite, even with the sugar tip, Eddy was sweaty and Marion was just looking at us with a really surprised attitude: it looked like she was impermeable to chili! A beauty queen.