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I never realized how tough it is to run with a 30-pound backpack on until we found ourselves in the LCCT in Kuala Lumpur desperate to get out of Malaysia and back to the comforts of Bangkok. We were running because I had booked us a flight from Miri to Kuala Lumpur and then KL to Bangkok with a layover time of 60 minutes. When I booked the tiny layover time, I hadn't been to the LCCT before. After experiencing the LCCT for 12 hours and having the immigration officer take a nap on me, I realized I had made a fatal mistake. Getting off of one plane, through immigration, checking in for the second leg, then back through security and immigration and onto another plane in 60 minutes seemed impossible. So we ran. I used to laugh at people running through airports but I no longer will. I have no idea how we took off late from Miri, landed late in KL and still managed to check in before the Air Asia counter closed 45 minutes prior to departure for our flight to Bangkok but we did and I'm forever thankful. I also hope to never have to run with
my backpack on ever again. As a proud non-girly girl, I hated being 12 steps behind Bob gasping for air while managing to get out, “I'll catch up. Just go!”
Stretched out in our own exit rows on the plane bound for Bangkok I was more than a bit excited to be moving on from Malaysia and to what I refer to as our home in Asia, Bangkok. We know it, we love it, it's comfortable and this time (fingers crossed) no one is getting shot in the streets.
We moved into a far too nice condo with a rooftop swimming pool and gorgeous view of the city. There's a doorman who wears a white suit and salutes us as we pass through the lobby. Money goes much further for accommodations here in Bangkok than it does in the states and I'm not complaining.
We celebrated Bob's birthday at the Siam Amusement Park where we rode roller coasters and went down water slides hoping we would live to see the end of the day. An amusement park in Bangkok brings a new twist to the thrill ride of “are my legs going to hit that post as
I come out of the cork-screw turn?” and “does this ride smell like smoke to you?” Half of the rides were closed for repairs on the day we went. At Disney parks I ride rides while thinking, “ahh this is scary!” but know highly skilled mechanics and engineers inspect this ride everyday. In Thailand when I rode rides I thought, “ahh, this is scary and I have no idea if this thing ever gets inspected!” But we survived.
We're teaching English a few times a week which barely keeps us busy but it's a reasonable excuse to stay. As to how long we'll be here in Thailand or what happens after Thailand we're still not sure because it's much easier to sit poolside with a good book than figure out the future. Maybe next month I'll work on that. For now, we're relaxing.
Some randomness about the past few weeks in Bangkok:
There's an older lady who lives in the lobby of our condo complex. I'm almost certain she doesn't actually have a condo here but rather hangs out in the lobby all day long. She's always sitting downstairs looking busy. Maybe she's hoping to set up
some social club in the lobby? So far she has the doorman to talk to all day.
All of the condos in this building are sold and almost all are occupied including the one at the end of our hall that still has the plastic wrap over the front door. No one is Asia takes the original plastic wrapping off of anything. Doing so would signify it wasn't new anymore and probably immediately melt or something. I don't get it.
The pool was closed for two weeks right after we moved in. The signs posted said it would be closed for four days to “edit a defect.” After those four days were up and the pool remained closed, a sign showed up that said they needed to fix a light bulb. Apparently that takes 10 days.
Frog tastes a bit like fish mixed with chicken but overall isn't great.
It rains here almost everyday which poses a large problem of walking on the street and staying upright. The air is so polluted here that when it rains the sidewalks become more like an ice rink of oil and my flip flops refuse to grip any surface.
Tennis shoes work a bit better but not much. It makes me question what this air is doing to my lungs.
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Chris
Awesome picture.