I don't want to go i thought when the plane ...

Trip Start Jan 12, 2002
Trip End Mar 25, 2002

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Tuesday, January 15, 2002

"I don't want to go" I thought when the plane came down. "Please, please turn and fly back" I was silently begging the pilot. I was feeling so alone and weak when I got off the plane. Nervous package tourists around me, Thai-German families and some business people. So different from me.
It was early morning in Bangkok. Smog, busy traffic, strange sounds and smells, high humidity. Culture shock? No ...

Because then, sitting at the airport train station, people stood up for the national anthem honoring King Bumiphol and I knew I was "home" (which is, actually, where my rucksack is).
The smells somehow were farmiliar, tasted like noodle soup for breakfast and Thai cookies on the train, and the sounds reminded me of Happy Days long ago.

I got on my train to the Northeast and enjoyed the scenery, talking to nobody, being content with my situation.
I had expected that the first nights would be tough, eating alone and stuff. Surprisingly, I got used to the situation quickly, especially when I had mastered the first few hundred kilometres through rather unfriendly bigger towns of Khorat and Loei.
Got on the Songthaew to Chiang Khan and there were these two cute little girls with their big sister and they were so amazed by my sight, in a nice way. Not like the boy on the market the night before. He had burst into laughing, pointing at my nose.
Of course, I had pointed at his nose and started laughing as well.
Anyways, these two constantly smiled at me and communicated with me through their sister. They said I was beautiful and they liked my hair and my white skin.

Yes, things were gradually improving which was great for I hadn't been feeling really bad in the first place.

From Chiang Khan, I travelled along the Mekong to Nong Khai where I crossed the Friendship Bridge to Laos.
But see the pics of Thailand first ...

Thailand, that's green vegetable gardens along the Mekong, amazing Wats and smiling people. What it tastes like? For me, it tastes like water from the white plastic bottle, like sweet-sour bananas, fresh coriander on the Tom Yam Kai and delicious start fruit jam. And maybe a little like mosquito repellent.
I'll come back, if just for transit to Burma.

(Note: most photos have a lot of information attached, so there's more than just the general stuff from entries like this!)
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