Greg in ‘writes blog’ SHOCKER
It’s early Monday afternoon and I’m back in Chiang Mai, staying once again at my favourite hotel in Thailand, Julie Guesthouse. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what I like so much about this place; perhaps the (generally) good and cheap food, the way the restaurant/bar always seems to turn into a party daily, the self serve bar with honesty book… it’s got a lot of good things going for it. But 18 months since I was last here, I’ve already figured out the main thing I liked about it last time; the people I was with. And of course they’re not here, and whilst I’ve only been here half a day with plenty of time left to meet new pals, so far it seems everyone is already with someone. There was though a brilliant moment on arrival when one of the Thai girls that works on reception I hung out with last time recognised me and said ‘Hi, long time no see!’. I said, ‘yeah, nice to see you’. Her first question to me following this was ‘Did we do anything together last time you were here?’ I laughed and walked away.
It’s a cool place though, kinda grotty I guess but perfect for me, and my double bed ensuite room costs just £4 a night so it’s all good really. Haha… I just recognised someone arriving while typing this blog actually, a girl who, on the sleeper train last night, TWICE pulled the curtain aside and started climbing into my bed before realising she was in the wrong part of the carriage. I wrote a blog about the sleeper train on my last trip to Thailand, if the image of a bed and a curtain on a train confuses you.
Anyway, I’m up north until next Thursday when I fly down south to start this little teaching job. I hope I meet some freaks tonight, I’m not as good at this as I used to be. The problem is that I enjoy my own company way too much. Plus there’s WAY too many english people here, yuck. I had quite a lengthy discussion the other night regarding why I have little interest in (white) English people to the extent that I’m pretty sure made me look like an inverse-racist or whatever the word may be, if there even is one. —-further rant ommited—-
Now, across the room, I’ve spotted a slow motion woman, smoking a cigarette and drinking. All her movements are at half speed, I almost tried film it it’s so amazing. Maybe I should befriend her. I mean, if it wasn’t for the disgusting cancer smoke…
BLOG OUT.
PS: The last 3 weeks have been a lot of fun, way way way too much interesting stuff to blog about, sorry. You’ll have to wait until the book is finished. And I’ve met some amazing people, a lot of which we never got round to exchanging details and thus will probably never see each other, but that’s the way it goes. Hopefully none of them were soulmates and that.
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