After “sleeping” in the Christchurch airport, a quick jump to Sydney, and a grueling 9 hour flight amongst loud, obnoxious teenagers, I landed it to Phuket, Thailand. The doors of the plane opened and bam! I was hit smack in the face with the heat. I thought I was in heaven, until I breathed. I think the best, and most polite, way to describe the smell is a “slight stench”. It was extremely humid, a bit smelly, completely foreign, and a little overwhelming, but I loved it all immediately. Customs was a joke, but it’s still a little nerve racking every time. The only thing I had “planned” was an airport transfer and my accommodation for the first night. I was prepared to walk out of baggage claim and find some little Thai person, with a
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