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Starry Place Hotel
My back alley hotel, with an accomodating front desk staff. Unless its rush hour traffic in the monsoon; then you're on your own for a taxi.It's a little lonely in Thailand. No one to hold hands with, no snuggling to keep warm, definitly no samosas with the biologists. I have air conditioning and a refridgerator, a TV and a guard at the front door. My apartment is just down the alley from a 7Eleven and 1/2 mile from a 4-story mall and the sky-train station. I have access to all the bottled water I want; I can order my own meals. I have a Western toilet and a working shower; although, I haven't yet tried the hot water. Who would have thought I would enjoy a cold shower after praying that I could have a hot one for an entire month? Anyways, I'm living pretty in Bangkok, but I still have no BFFI to put his/her arm around me just at the right time. It
feels quite different than being in India.
On another note, last night we went on our first bus ride in Thailand. Justin's labmates took us to the Wide Bridge Market then we bussed to the famous Bangkok Flower Market. Trying to get on this bus, I had a flashback to Lalese getting off the train... you know, the one we
My Bed
The sheets even say Starry Place. Its pretty classy here. left Jaime's bags on? hahaha The bus was still moving and I had to jump on. After Kyle jumped in after me, the doors shut and the driver took off. Breakneck speed, and I almost took a nose dive down the aisle. I feel like that on the sky-train too though, like I'm going to do something embarassing aka pull an Amanda and go down with a thump in front of the Jimmy Choo Thai girls. I stand with my legs apart and bent like I'm waterskiing or ready to catch a groundball. Good thing I practiced those things in my youth; I'd be on the walk of shame for the next 10 weeks.
The other bus driver-- since naturally, there are two drivers-- came and took my 8 baat once I was balanced. I just wonder when they stop and see their families, these drivers. There was a bed at the front of the bus where I suspect one sleeps while the other drives at night. Strange and sad, I thought. Still, everyone seems quite content on the bus including the drivers. Katy Perry ringtones go off every now and then, and elbows prop up "tried" but smiling
View from the Door
Yep. I was a little OCD about the joint when I first got here...now you should see the place. Its like a truckstop in India; not that I would know about that ;) heads.
Once safely ejected from the bus and having walked a short distance, I was speechless at the sight. Both the difference in smells between the Wide Bridge and the Flower Market and also the striking beauty of the petal colors made my jaw drop. Orchids galore, marigolds, and roses. Did you know lotus flowers are cleistogamous? Thats my botanical term for "doesn't open naturally." The florists here open the petals by hand until they look like the Lotus Temple--gorgeous. I thought of you opening flowers by force at the garden in Forest Lake; not because they wouldn't open eventually, but just to cheat the system. "Do it now," says Ms. President. And open, they would.
Tomorrow starts the weekend so hopefully I can get some rest so I can be fresh to redo our PCR on Monday. Oh! and re-streak the plates we can't seem to get right either.
Until we meet again,
Amy
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What an adventure!