You can be anti or pro Facebook but when it helps you finding in Bangkok some mates that you’ve met on the way, you have to cherish this social media. A simple location post by Thierry made us realized that we could see each other one more time before they fly back home. We all wanted to go to Chatuchak, one of the biggest market in Asia. It was also the occasion for me to try to take the metro for the first time, but not on my own.
Dear Bangkok… I didn’t miss your perfume.
But I was happy to see you again. Well, for a short amount of time…
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A bit confused, I arrived at the train station at 3am. It was already hot. Maybe it just never stopped to be hot in the end…
I sat down on a bench, not really sure about what I was thinking about when I took that cheap ticket to come here. I was a lonely girl with all her belongings with her in a place where she was not supposed to be. I didn’t felt really in danger as there is always policemen and monks around in a train station but… Rule number one, never stay too long around a train station at night, anywhere in the world. Ah nah, that’s rule number two sorry. The first one is: “Don’t come back with a child”.
No need to say that everybody felt sick the next day and that we all went to bed early. It was my last day in Pai so I made sure to say good bye to all the places I’ve been, before chilling in a hammock at the Jazz bar and on a couch in the easy garden with the boys.
In the morning, two French guys were having a coffee in the outdoor area of the Lazy hostel. I don’t like talking in the morning. I don’t like to talk to French people just because I’m French. That could have started badly but we actually begin to laugh together and they nicely proposed me to carry me and my backpacks to my hostel in the center. I’ve been waking up in a pretty bad mood but it was the beginning of a brilliant day!
Sometimes, doing NOTHING is the thing to do.
The wake up was sad but I booked a lesson of yoga with Mam Yoga so I woke up Paul and Ben that I met the night before, they wanted to try the yoga in Pai.
As you may know, before moving to London, I was a Parisian.
Every night in Pai, a night market takes place in the center. Craft and food, beers and friends but mostly live music in cool and relaxing places like the easy garden made my nights in Pai so memorables.
I promised myself few month ago to never ride a mountain bike in my life again after I thought I will collapse after 8 hours on the cliffs in South England.
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