BKK home
My last day in Asia was hot.
Spending it in Thailand's biggest market might have been a questionable idea but it was a great museum of backpacking nostalgia. If I had gone to Asia for shopping only I needn't have left Bangkok. In Chatuchak market I saw all the handicrafts I recognized from my travels; batic from Malaysia, Silk from Vietnam, Ricepaper from Laos, all "made in Thailand". Accompanied with the wet heat, the close, nudging crowd and the familiar smells of dried shrimp and boiling noodle soup it was like a display of Asia as I have come to know it. Wonderful and tiering.
Of course I did a fair bit of shopping.
After a rest on a rented bamboo mat by a lake in a park I took the bus back to Ko San Road. Cleaned myself up (as best as I could) and packed up my things. Melancholic.
In an effort to clean up a little more and look a little nicer coming home (and also because I have become a "try new things"-junkey) I went to get my first facial treatment. It was nice, but i didn't realize they actually squeezed your pimples, I found it a tiny bit uncomfortable. But I guess beauty comes from pain. Another thing i didn't expect was the facial leaving me all red and swollen (I looked like I had heat rashes) for coming home; quite the opposite effect I was looking for.
The flight was long and uncomfortable. I got the middle seat and sat next to jelly man who kept pooring over into my seat. But 10 hours and 40 minutes later i landed on Swedish soil; looking out through the window I saw the woods, fields and lakes and I became a little sentimental. My country is beautiful.
ÅÄÖ. My family met me at the airport with Swedish flags, hugs and love. It was amazing to see them again, after five minutes it felt like I never left. Coming home, having breakfast, playing cards (skitgubbe, såklart) and enjoying each others company. In the evening we went to grandma´s for Sunday dinner and it was wonderfull to see her again. I haven't missed all the comforts of home actively but granted them now I really enjoy them and I enjoy every second I spend with my family. I quite forgot that they have jobs and school to attend to (how weird is that!?) and I've missed my mummy all day. Haha..... I think I've regressed about 15 years in the 35 hour I've been home. But sin't that what parents are for?
In an hour Fia will dropp by for tea.
Hem ljuva hem.
Spending it in Thailand's biggest market might have been a questionable idea but it was a great museum of backpacking nostalgia. If I had gone to Asia for shopping only I needn't have left Bangkok. In Chatuchak market I saw all the handicrafts I recognized from my travels; batic from Malaysia, Silk from Vietnam, Ricepaper from Laos, all "made in Thailand". Accompanied with the wet heat, the close, nudging crowd and the familiar smells of dried shrimp and boiling noodle soup it was like a display of Asia as I have come to know it. Wonderful and tiering.
Of course I did a fair bit of shopping.
After a rest on a rented bamboo mat by a lake in a park I took the bus back to Ko San Road. Cleaned myself up (as best as I could) and packed up my things. Melancholic.
In an effort to clean up a little more and look a little nicer coming home (and also because I have become a "try new things"-junkey) I went to get my first facial treatment. It was nice, but i didn't realize they actually squeezed your pimples, I found it a tiny bit uncomfortable. But I guess beauty comes from pain. Another thing i didn't expect was the facial leaving me all red and swollen (I looked like I had heat rashes) for coming home; quite the opposite effect I was looking for.
The flight was long and uncomfortable. I got the middle seat and sat next to jelly man who kept pooring over into my seat. But 10 hours and 40 minutes later i landed on Swedish soil; looking out through the window I saw the woods, fields and lakes and I became a little sentimental. My country is beautiful.
ÅÄÖ. My family met me at the airport with Swedish flags, hugs and love. It was amazing to see them again, after five minutes it felt like I never left. Coming home, having breakfast, playing cards (skitgubbe, såklart) and enjoying each others company. In the evening we went to grandma´s for Sunday dinner and it was wonderfull to see her again. I haven't missed all the comforts of home actively but granted them now I really enjoy them and I enjoy every second I spend with my family. I quite forgot that they have jobs and school to attend to (how weird is that!?) and I've missed my mummy all day. Haha..... I think I've regressed about 15 years in the 35 hour I've been home. But sin't that what parents are for?
In an hour Fia will dropp by for tea.
Hem ljuva hem.
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Postat av: Ellinor
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