In less then nine hours, I embark on a 27-hour flight to Bangkok, beginning my three-week backpacking trip through Bangkok, Cambodia and southern Vietnam.
Yes, three weeks may very well be a figure of laughter to some, not a true test of traveling endurance, but there's a little thing called a "simply not enough money to go three months" issue that I chose not to incorporate due to quitting a job I considered insulting for what I'm truly capable of.
There are tsunamis of excitement ripping up the beaches of my mind and the little people of my twisted little world are scrambling for higher ground, because who knows what happens at the midnight hour in Bangkok? I'll land, exchange some dollars for baht, catch a cab, do a little dance, make a little love, get down tonight.
Okay, I exaggerated, I won't do a little dance. But I do look forward to entering an exciting new world in the apex of the night, passing by twinkling skyscrapers into the neon jaws of Khao San Road. Yes, Khao San may very well be, according to Lonely Planet and many hardend travelers, all touristy, has lost much of its rustic backpacking spirit from the '80s and '90s and the what-nots, but I must experience it for myself. It still remains a melting pot of many different nationalites, and thus should provide an excellent entry point into not only Bangkok, but Southeast Asia in general.
And so begins another journey to Asia, a test of character and perserverance, but most importantly, a journey of inspiration and enlightenment.
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