In Thailand I was on my own.
Picking up my bags from baggage claim, I did what all the other backpackers were doing and boarded a bus to Khaosan Road.
The bus was almost full with most seats taken so I looked around and saw a guy who just looked like my friend Oleksiy from the Ukraine - Bic shaven head and everything.
Turned out he was from the Tirol region in Austria where I spent three winters learning to ski when I was younger.
That was where the similarities about ended though.
Turns out the guy was in Thailand to stay with the monks and learn how to fast and meditate with them.
In the future I think that's something I would love to, but right now I simply didn't have the time to spend six weeks in one spot.
The bus stopped at Khaosan Road, I wished him well.
Khaosan Road
Within seconds I saw the first place offering a special to stay the night. I stopped and looked at a Kiwi guy considering the same offer.
"What do you think of this place?" He asked.
"Not bad," I replied.
"Yeah, not bad. Should we do it?"
"Yeah let's do it."
We marched in, booked two rooms, and arranged to meet for beers at 5pm.
We'd arrived.
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