we arrive in Bangkok at 11:16 PM ...23 hours after we took off in San Diego. i can smell myself through my clothes and it makes me kind of sick. I chose not to eat anything. Im more scared of plane food than i am of a Bangkok street vendor stir frying me chicken on a corner next to 10 Thai whores at 12 o'clock at night. Ken and Linda's friend was amusing to say the least, i don't know why but he makes me want to smile, his energy is
contagious. he picked us up from the airport, in his shiny, leather seated black SUV and swiftly raced through the turmoil of downtown, safely getting us to our hotel. Its small and shabby but clean. I like it. It has character. Me and Zach cant sleep... weve been sleeping for the last 16 hours in one of the most miserable hot zones you can be, coach on an airplane. We walk down the street to try and find food and water. Its overwhelming not having a single clue what anyone is saying. At least italian and spanish are recognizable. here, we are lost. After a few soups with floating "fish balls" and some tonic we head back to the room to intoxicate. Im wired, i feel as though i could stay up all night and talk. We pop two tiny white Ambien and drink gin and tonics. Zach feels it too soon and says that there's two of me laying on the bed, he starts talking in third person... and stares out the window for 10 minutes saying theres someone on the patio when it is in fact his own reflection. Fact: Zach and Ambein to not mix. My eyes feel heavy and dreamy and i can no longer hold them open. It is morning. I snap a few pictures off my balcony. The smog is so thick in the distance i cant see past a few buildings. Its hot and humid and i begin to feel like im back in Florida for a brief moment.
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