Today was enjoyable. I don’t think I could fairly say the same of the previous day in Bangkok. I learn from Declan who learns from Claude that Bangkok is the biggest city in Thailand, and is x13 bigger than its second biggest city, our destination, Chiang Mai. (DW: This phenomenon of doubling down on your largest city is called a Primate City. Many countries have it, but Australia and America do not at the national level).
Being in the smaller city is so much nicer. It feels less polluted. The temperature is the same but it gets cooler over night and is less humid generally. I think it’s the first time Declan is excited to be in Thailand, which makes me happy.
Less photos today as we had a long nap after checking into our hotel and finally showering. It was the deep sleep of the truly hot and sweaty.
DW: I worked so hard to secure these premium berths. Caitlin doesn’t even know how much she would have hated the alternatives. We both slept very well. CR: This is an unfair assessment from DW. I am a woman of the people. All I need is a five week holiday of medium quality, a boyfriend to arrange logistics, and 20 books.CR: The overnight train is not as nice as the one we had in Vietnam (I am very appreciative of the person who booked it. And grateful. Eternally grateful.). We sleep well though. The train is about an hour delayed but that ends up working out just fine, as we enjoy toast and a coffee while we watch the country side roll by. Or at least I do. Declan watches a video of a man trying every Nespresso Pod. You can take the man out of the country but you can’t take him off his YouTube Premium subscription.DW: The first time Caitlin came to Thailand it was her birthday. The border guard at the airport said Happy Birthday and she said she nearly cried with joy. CR: The relief when the plane lands is a high that’s hard to top. Don’t tell the hundreds of weed shops in urban Thailand.DW: This message was definitely not sent from personal experience.DW: I can only assume B2B here refers to a business to business transaction. DW: Northern Thailand is the home of Khao Soi and it is yum. I like that the serves aren’t massive as well generally. CR: When we sat down Declan said, “you’ve picked a good place to eat”. I beam with pride.DW: We are staying in the middle of the Old Town. There are a few remnants of the wall that used to surround it still standing on the moat.CR: I asked Declan after half an hour if we could leave the night markets because it was too busy. Declan replied, “No. This is your activity for the night. And tomorrow night’s won’t be any more fun.” Stay tuned for tomorrow’s activity!
Declan is a taskmaster 😞 lighten up!! Did you get through that huge bowl? Favourite photo was the old town one …really beautiful. Is it flirting if you have to pay? Are night markets for locals or mainly tourists?
The toilet information is concerning. Could Declan stretch out fully on the train bed . Aircon on the train? The advertising stand covered many potential activities. The photo of the old wall is first class. Colours and lighting are top notch. How long did you preserve at the night markets and did you buy anything.
Mum: We did make it through the bowl. It was actually perfectly sized. The meal sizes are notably smaller than Australia, which works very well when it’s so hot and it also makes snacking very easy 🙂
Night markets I think entirely for tourists. They weren’t very fun.
Dad: Declan could stretch out the whole distance which I think made a big impact on being able to get sleep. Aircon was pumping on train.
Might have been an hour around the night markets. I bought a fridge magnet and Declan got a T-Shirt.
I guess that answers my question then!
and Declan… after toughing out ‘sleeper class’ or as i like to call it ‘cattle class’ on an overnight train in India., i have to say u made the right decision with those premium berths.
for all our sakes dont flush that toilet!!!!
Haha omg we NEED more information about that Indian train trip Maddy, please spill!
Look… I was 16 and woke up in the middle of the night with a grinning, grey haired man at the end of my bed, he was halfway through unzipping my sleeping bag. did i mention… he had no legs!
Traumatising, but character building.
Great for perspective.
HOLY SHIT… What the hell?????? That is way crazier than I was expecting. That does NOT make me want to go to India.
Maddy wins the competition for best anecdote at a dinner party.
That is the first paragraph of either a horror or comedy story.
At 16 I was just catching trains around Sydney and apart from some drunks and drug effected passengers everything was hunky dory.
Declan is a taskmaster 😞 lighten up!! Did you get through that huge bowl? Favourite photo was the old town one …really beautiful. Is it flirting if you have to pay? Are night markets for locals or mainly tourists?
The toilet information is concerning. Could Declan stretch out fully on the train bed . Aircon on the train? The advertising stand covered many potential activities. The photo of the old wall is first class. Colours and lighting are top notch. How long did you preserve at the night markets and did you buy anything.
Mum: We did make it through the bowl. It was actually perfectly sized. The meal sizes are notably smaller than Australia, which works very well when it’s so hot and it also makes snacking very easy 🙂
Night markets I think entirely for tourists. They weren’t very fun.
Dad: Declan could stretch out the whole distance which I think made a big impact on being able to get sleep. Aircon was pumping on train.
Might have been an hour around the night markets. I bought a fridge magnet and Declan got a T-Shirt.
I guess that answers my question then!
and Declan… after toughing out ‘sleeper class’ or as i like to call it ‘cattle class’ on an overnight train in India., i have to say u made the right decision with those premium berths.
for all our sakes dont flush that toilet!!!!
Haha omg we NEED more information about that Indian train trip Maddy, please spill!
Look… I was 16 and woke up in the middle of the night with a grinning, grey haired man at the end of my bed, he was halfway through unzipping my sleeping bag. did i mention… he had no legs!
Traumatising, but character building.
Great for perspective.
HOLY SHIT… What the hell?????? That is way crazier than I was expecting. That does NOT make me want to go to India.
Maddy wins the competition for best anecdote at a dinner party.
That is the first paragraph of either a horror or comedy story.
At 16 I was just catching trains around Sydney and apart from some drunks and drug effected passengers everything was hunky dory.