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I had my first lie-in this morning, choosing not to eagerly awake for my free breakfast but instead to go Varnish style and attend in the last 5 minutes of service (or lack of service...). It didn't take me long to discover the beastly mosquito bite on my arm (shoutout to the girl in my dorm who opened the window in the middle of the night...muchly appreciated). As I departed from the hostel, I made sure to take full advantage of the complimentary snacks, filling up my rucksack with biscuits and bananas.

I decided to dedicate the afternoon to some clothes shopping as apparently I overestimated the number of times I could wear the same t-shirt before smelling like an obese schoolboy on a summers day. I headed out on the Bangkok Skyline Train, this time getting off at the correct "Ratcha-whatnot", and within half an hour, I found myself in the biggest market I have experienced so far. I'm sure you will all be glad to hear that I bought myself some very trendy shorts along with a t-shirt with some Thai writing on. I'm slightly concerned about what the t-shirt might say now I come to think about it actually but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough...

When it came to getting to the train station for my sleeper to Chiang Mai in the afternoon, I turned down a bargain uber bike. This was for the sole reason that I struggle to stand up with my rucksack on without falling over backwards, let alone whilst sitting on the back of a speeding motorbike... I instead went for the hidden treasure of Bangkok; local buses. Yes, I'm sure the reason that the buses are clear of tourists may be due to factors such as the driver dropping passengers off in the middle lane of a 'motorway', not actually stopping to dispose of said people, and having a 3 way phone call whilst driving but at a measly price of 26pence, I hopped right on that.

What an experience the sleeper train was, I couldn't recommend it more but would advise bringing a picnic of at least 5 courses as apparently that's what all the locals do and my single portion of cold Pad Thai suddenly didn't seem so great. Also, if there is an offer to move away from the snoring, farting Thai man in the bunk below, do take that up...

Cody Varnish

49 chapters

The one where I smell

January 27, 2018

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Chiang Mai, Thailand

I had my first lie-in this morning, choosing not to eagerly awake for my free breakfast but instead to go Varnish style and attend in the last 5 minutes of service (or lack of service...). It didn't take me long to discover the beastly mosquito bite on my arm (shoutout to the girl in my dorm who opened the window in the middle of the night...muchly appreciated). As I departed from the hostel, I made sure to take full advantage of the complimentary snacks, filling up my rucksack with biscuits and bananas.

I decided to dedicate the afternoon to some clothes shopping as apparently I overestimated the number of times I could wear the same t-shirt before smelling like an obese schoolboy on a summers day. I headed out on the Bangkok Skyline Train, this time getting off at the correct "Ratcha-whatnot", and within half an hour, I found myself in the biggest market I have experienced so far. I'm sure you will all be glad to hear that I bought myself some very trendy shorts along with a t-shirt with some Thai writing on. I'm slightly concerned about what the t-shirt might say now I come to think about it actually but I'm sure I'll find out soon enough...

When it came to getting to the train station for my sleeper to Chiang Mai in the afternoon, I turned down a bargain uber bike. This was for the sole reason that I struggle to stand up with my rucksack on without falling over backwards, let alone whilst sitting on the back of a speeding motorbike... I instead went for the hidden treasure of Bangkok; local buses. Yes, I'm sure the reason that the buses are clear of tourists may be due to factors such as the driver dropping passengers off in the middle lane of a 'motorway', not actually stopping to dispose of said people, and having a 3 way phone call whilst driving but at a measly price of 26pence, I hopped right on that.

What an experience the sleeper train was, I couldn't recommend it more but would advise bringing a picnic of at least 5 courses as apparently that's what all the locals do and my single portion of cold Pad Thai suddenly didn't seem so great. Also, if there is an offer to move away from the snoring, farting Thai man in the bunk below, do take that up...



1.

The one where I'm unprepared

2.

The one where I people watch

3.

The one with the sweaty boys

4.

The one with the pickled slugs

5.

The one where I smell

6.

The one with pacing bears and bamboo grubs

7.

The one where I might have rabies

8.

The one with more Pad Thai

9.

The one with 762 curves

10.

The one with boobs

11.

The one with the wall of China

12.

The one where I'm full

13.

The one with the "cruise"

14.

The one with waterfalls

15.

The one with one too many waterfalls...

16.

The one where the bird dies

17.

The one with the Lao Lao

18.

The one where I discover bangers and mash

19.

The one with moody views

20.

The one with a girl, a bike and a big city

21.

The one where I'm offered a foetus kebab

22.

The one where I'm really lazy

23.

The one with dolphins in it

24.

The one with the virgin chicken

25.

The one where I eat a lot of pepper

26.

The one with the minty Carbonara

27.

The one where there's a bit o splash back

28.

The one where I'm at one with nature

29.

The one with the red chair restaurants

30.

The one with the disappointed tourists

31.

The one where it's not actually cake

32.

The one where I wait

33.

The one where I cross the border

34.

The one where there are tiny chairs at tiny tables

35.

The one where I fight with the toilet

36.

The one where there was "no roast duck" left

37.

The one with the fashionable poncho's

38.

The one with the broken scooter

39.

The one where I eat wild mushrooms

40.

The one where my kayak is full of coral

41.

The one with the giggling policemen

42.

The one where I am reunited with Pad Thai

43.

The one where everything is extortionate

44.

The one where I'm a bottomless pit

45.

The one where I apparently stink

46.

The one where he melted

47.

The one where Oasis perform live

48.

The one where my splinter is sterile

49.

The one where it comes to an end

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