And so the journey begins....
Cooling my heels, quite literally, in the soft sand and lapping waves of this quiet little island I HAVE ARRIVED Getting here was a process. It included a 1:45 AM bus ride, 26 hours on planes or in airports, a slow and confusing customs process, three movies, and 48 hours without adequate sleep. My taxi from the airport left me in the middle of Bangkok hustle and bustle, of which I am all too familiar, and I found my way to my hostel. My digs in Bangkok, shared with nine others My lodgings were hardly luxurious, but I just needed a couple of days to get my bearings, figure out my next move, and try to understand why I came in the first place. So I did no site seeing. I wanted to get out of Bangkok as soon as I could. That being said, being here sure brought back a lot of good memories. Khoa San Road (left) and Ram Buttri Road The famous backpacker's haven, Khoa San Road, is still in action, albeit more upscale than it used to be. (Back in the day, we Peace Corps Volunteers c...