Stemming the flow and off I go...
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Now they say you get what you pay for and in this case it’s absolutely true
Unfortunately the area was rubbish, there was nothing there except a 7-11. It was rubbish in every sense, I don’t know if the floods were responsible but the place was crawling in rats. 5 times outside rats just ran out of gutters and legged it off down the pavement. As it turned out the hotel was owned in part by a Nepalese guy and a Pakistani and they did room service. I ate there a couple of times and the food was actually top notch if a little expensive. It was nice to finally have food inside me again, proper food. To avoid more infections I stuck to foil-wrapped junk food which was nutritionally disastrous but much safer from the perspective of my damaged innards. There is only so much processed bread you can eat. The Thais love selling bread with nasty things soaked or injected in and I really have had a gutful of that.
So after a few days I figured it was time to move on. I’m not a huge fan of Bangkok, it’s a city like any other. It’s cold and lonely, people don’t want to talk, they just want your money and they want you to move along with the minimum of fuss
So I have no functional GPS and no maps, only a rough idea where I’m meant to be heading. Luckily, and by a lot more luck than anything else I did actually find the right turnoff and went directly to Pattaya without incident. I was dead proud. I felt like a local!
The trip was fairly uneventful but it was very nice to be back on the road, even briefly. The only thing was my seat was incredibly uncomfortable
Eventually I got into Pattaya, it’s all very familiar, I know my way around the place well enough. I headed back to the place we stayed at last time where the staff were friendly ,we got a discount, laundry and breakfast is free and it’s clean with decent internet. I was parking up a Swedish guy came up to chat, this never happens in Bangkok but within seconds of stepping off the bike someone came up to have a random conversation. Unfortunately there were no vacancies so I tried down the street and got a place even cheaper in less than 10 minutes. It’s not great and has virtually no internet signal but it’s cheap and beggars can’t be choosers. Tomorrow I will switch to a better place with internet, I need that to help me source a chain but at least it gives me time to think and do some writing which is really all I’m looking for.
It’s not the same on my own. I’m not the kind of guy who enjoys doing things alone, a like to have my friends about me. My mood is radically different to the last time I was here with Marcin. I’ve made a fair few friends on this trip but what’s more interesting is the ones I’ve lost.
After the first few days contact with various people I’ve known for years died away to nothing. In fact several people stopped contacting me altogether before I left. I made two visits to one person who has my number, was unable to catch him so I emailed and texted and still no reply, now for nearly two months. It’s amazing how quickly you’re forgotten by some people. I know some of my acquaintances are slightly jealous that I’ve done this and there will always be an element of that, I guess when anyone steps outside of the norm. I really do feel like I’ve lost touch with a good many friends, I’ve mailed and simply had no replies. I have however kept in close touch with a few people and those particular people have impressed me greatly. I didn’t think staying in touch with a mate is that impressive but when it ends up with less than 10% bothering it suddenly becomes that way.
I have actually lost touch with Marcin! He’s not updated his blog again in several days but I’m sure it’s just a lack of Wifi. The thing about going forwards is you never know what you’re going to find. He may even be loaded on a ferry for all I know. I know I’ll never lose touch with Marcin even if I wanted to. He’s got too much to say to ever lose touch with someone who listens to him and buys him beer.
So well done to the real friends I have. The others, friends and family were never worth worrying about in any case, I guess. What’s annoying is it took me far too long to realise who was who.