Lost & Found

Trip Start Jan 31, 2008
Trip End May 31, 2008

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Monday, February 4, 2008

"Why would they take your bags off in Seoul? If it was just a layover, they wouldn't have touched your bags."

"Well, yes but there were people who got off the plane in Seoul - they didn't just fuel up. So maybe it was taken off then."

"Ahh well, there is no possibility that your bag is in Seoul."

3 days and 25 calls to the airport later and where are my bags?

In Seoul!
Obviously, I should have bet the man some baht. So they are found, unfortunately one day too late. I leave tomorrow and won't be back until Friday. I bought the bare minimum to survive the next four days and I can only say that it will be an adventure. I can handle this adventure now that I know I can burn these clothes at the end of it and dive headfirst into my backpack the second I get back to Bangkok.

This will be my last blog entry for a while and I want to quickly touch on my experience with Bangkok street cuisine. This morning while waiting for the Grand Palace to open, I had a mini chocolate filled waffle (yes, as good as it sounds) and then about 30 minutes later I was herded to a (basically) free tent full of food! I had some rice and this squash/pumpkin/veggie/deliciousness curry. They were feeding people by donation and I watched as some people (obviously not very well off) put only coins in the boxes. I was so appreciative of my (nearly) free meal and the enthusiasm with which it was given to me that I stuffed in more money than I would have paid for breakfast at the hostel. In my mind, it was totally worth it. The best part being when I tried to communicate that I didn't want to jump the entire line of Thai people, I would wait at the end and that being met with such violent resistance that I was literally dragged to the front of the line and had a bowl shoved in my hands.

Another funny snapshot of this morning places me in the Grand Palace reading the map they give you at the ticket booth when I see a woman waving at me seemingly frantically. I'm looking around ready to duck and cover, then looking at my shirt to see if I drooled curry on it, then shaking my head....huh? Turns out, she wants to take a picture with me! This is new. And hilarious.

Of course I let her and the best part of that experience was when she forcefully pulled my arm around her, touched her cheek to mine and literally screamed at her friend to BACK OFF when she went to get in the picture with us. Needless to say, the friend also wanted a picture so I tried to hold in my giggles while another woman manhandled me into position. I got big grins and a few thumbs up as they looked at the shots. The Thai stamp of approval.

I laughed all the way back to the hostel.
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