I thought MY imagination was twisted…
Super accurate travel guide about Thapae Gate in Chiang Mai.
(+ a bunch of chats w random humans)
Nothing says exotic Thailand like burritos.
I think every blog post I’ve ever done about Chiang Mai has been at least partly about food… also I’m a dog stalker, as some of you know already.
December was a bit of a wash out. But I’m feeling like my normal self again now. Three days ago, the curtain just lifted. It’s like that. A month of utterly debilitating depression, and then ‘click’… I’m OK again. Eating chilli chocolate probably speeded my recovery a lot…
Indian fruit is so much better than Australian fruit. Grow better fruit Australia!
I moved quickly, but only just quickly enough. I squatted in the humid toilet stall panting and thanking my good fortune to be in the railway station where public amenities are close by. I’d been lucky, but my confidence was shaken. India had been lulling me into a false sense of security. The game was on…
“Here’s the thing. Hitchhiking is… a complete shit show. Nothing ever goes to plan. Actually, scratch that, there is no plan. You set out, you keep moving and if you’re lucky you get somewhere, but hardly ever where you intended to be…”
“I ended up becoming friends with some sort of dodgy real estate gangster who worked next door. It’s a long story, but basically this guy took me 400 km to the next city, gave me a tour of all the sights, put me up in a luxury hotel…”