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No no, I haven't left Kenya in a sudden fit of madness to return to Thailand with a craving for deep-fried ants. Instead, please allow me to rewind the clock three months to when I'd just returned to Bangkok from Laos' capital, Vientianne, in order to wait at the airport for a very special someone on her way to see me. Sorry to not have written sooner on my two weeks with Caroline, making this blog just slightly disjointed (and I'll be forgetful of a few names). My fault completely, but better late than never, as they say. As a result, this is just a brief, rushedly-written account of our wonderful two weeks together.

Back to Thailand - hang on, hasn't he already been there?!

Simon Wadsworth
2006-09-04 14:50:00

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No no, I haven't left Kenya in a sudden fit of madness to return to Thailand with a craving for deep-fried ants. Instead, please allow me to rewind the clock three months to when I'd just returned to Bangkok from Laos' capital, Vientianne, in order to wait at the airport for a very special someone on her way to see me. Sorry to not have written sooner on my two weeks with Caroline, making this blog just slightly disjointed (and I'll be forgetful of a few names). My fault completely, but better late than never, as they say. As a result, this is just a brief, rushedly-written account of our wonderful two weeks together.

I waited at the arrivals lounge for an hour, jumping from foot to foot with excitement holding a flower and worrying constantly whether I was at the right terminal, when cheeky Caroline sneaked up behind me somehow bypassing my watchful eye. All I have to say is, why do arrival zones always have to be public places, in a country where showing affection in public is discouraged?!

Waiting for the train into town, Caroline was already burning from the 5pm sun, which didn't bode well for things to come, and with a little waiting, we were on another train north to Chiang Mai. A 15-hour trip and the best train journey either of us have taken; wide and comfortable sleeping births overlooking the moonlit plains at night, and passing ritual life the following morning, such as a line of 30 orange monks holding their urns on a country lane waiting for our train to pass. It was a romantic trip and we arrived quite refreshed. However, while freshening up in the morning, I couldn't help but feel a slight guilt upon looking into the 3rd class carraige at the dazed and hot Thais. On buses, we share the same conditions, but on trains, it's mostly backpackers in the sleeper compartments - one of the limited ways in Thailand to see the financial contrast of even budget travellers to the local people.

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