A few days back I had a sudden itch to write…and nowhere to write seeing as it was one of the few times I did not have pen and paper with me. And before anyone asks, no. I couldn’t write on my phone. That’s just an exercise in frustration. So here I am now, still tired and mildly sick (f*** off cold, I’m not calling in sick for you!) and trying to kill some time before I gotta leave for the cinema. More on that later. What caused this sudden spur of inspiration (and most likely the bloody cold)? My most recent and first trip to Bangkok.
I didn’t know what to expect to be honest. The pictures online looked pretty but the stories I heard from fellow cabin crew ranged from hilarious to downright terrifying. I had people try to talk me out of the flight on account of how difficult it can get. Not in terms of weather. (Though we did have to secure the cabin a couple of times on account of anything not bolted doing a vague impression of a trampoline artist.) No…. It’s the worrying amounts of alcohol passengers consume. I kid you not people, we were out of wine by the end of our flight back. That is a feat in and of itself. And not one to be proud of. I get it. It’s over eleven hours stuck in a flying sardine can, it can get boring. But seriously? That’s the solution? Here’s a radical alternative people: READ A BOOK!
But I digress. What I meant to talk about was not my frustration with the amounts of alcohol I had to serve, but rather my first impressions with this new place I visited. And shall be visiting again soon (bless you Scheduling….) I….liked it. I mean this was my first time anywhere in southeast Asia so the novelty factor was strong but still. Despite the incomprehensible (to me) language and writing in the signposting, despite the bone-deep tiredness (and suspiciously little jet-lag), there was just something about the place that made me feel comfortable. Wish I could say what it was though.
Not just the friendliness of the people and the warmth of the weather. Or even the familiarity of a fleet market. (Those of you who have been in Athens, think Monastiraki but bigger.) Whatever it was, it was nice being in a place where I didn’t feel like I need to keep checking over my shoulder every few minutes. And now that I have a first idea of the place I can see about joining a tour or something. Call me a tourist, but dang it I wanna see those floating markets! I’d have done it on my previous trip but let’s just say the pick-up for the tour is at ungodly o’clock and leave it at that…
Anyway I’ll write more about this after I’m back again. Maybe by then I’ll have figured out exactly what about this place makes me so… I don’t know. Comfortable seems to be the best word for it. And between then and now there’s also probably gonna be something about Black Panther. I’m watching it later today! Hurray!