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Published: February 21st 2011
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I was in low moral for my first day, it wasn't a bad day, but I was adjusting, so give me grace.
To sum it up, it's hot as balls here and with all the open/raw food laying about it's an olfactory nightmare.
This is how it was......My bunk-mate, Robin, and I hit the town together. I was SO relieved to have someone to venture out with. After my early morning wake up I walked a block away to the 7-11 and I felt like a little mouse that ventured out of it's nest and ran right back. Praise the Lord for Robin! I couldn't have left my hostel without her, because I didn't know what was 'out there'.
We went to some markets and got an awesome Thai massage for $2 dollars......Thai massage is quite different than regular massage.....they lay you on a mat and sit down with you and use their feet and hands to stretch, manipulate, and pop every bone in your body. It felt amazing. We then went for what was to be my first meal in Thailand. We chose a crowded restaurant and I ordered Pad Thai.......I was eagerly awaiting my dish when
some white chick strolled up in front of the crowded eatery and proceeded to puke her guts out in the street about 4 feet away from where I sat. Are you 'effing kidding me???? As you can imagine, I could only get down a few bites.
I shrugged it off and thought better luck next time. I was then slapped with extreme malaise and exhaustion, but kept going, because that's how you fight off the lag.
So all the food warnings are nice and all, but how does one survive Bangkok? I'm paranoid as hell anytime I put something in my mouth. I'm so grateful that my mom snuck into my house and hid snacks in my luggage, church-camp style. Mummy, I'm living off of the Fig Nutons you generously stowed in my panty compartment.
For dinner we found an Asian/Italian Fusion restaurant. I ordered chicken satay. How could one go wrong? They brought it out and I started noshing right away.......then I made the mistake of checking out what I was eating only to find
pink chicken . My stomach did a flip-flop and I waved down the server. I tried to go the reasonable/good traveler
The Eagles
This is for my Dad, he loves The Eagles route first. "Can you please cook the chicken more?". He picked up my plate and walked it up to a lady who rushed over and exclaimed "Don't worry, this cook well-done....this is sauce.....this cook well-done......trust me, baby, trust me!" And then put the plate back in front of me. Now, if I was back home and reflected upon this situation, in my mind I would have been 'Amy Full of Grace' and bowed my head while saying "Kup-koon-ka" (which is 'thank you'). But over here, in real-life time, I was not that graceful. "Trust you? No.......you're not going to be there holding back my hair at 3' in the morning while I puke my guts out, are you?"
Shame.
I paid my $2 dollars and sulked off.
I got back to my hostel and noticed I had my first mosquito bite on my leg. I am not unscathed.
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Michelle
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oh Amy! Love you girl