Bangkok this time. My flight was about four hours, so I tried to catch up on the sleep that I'd missed by "sleeping" in the airport the night before. It worked alright.
I arrived and bought a Thai sim card for my cell phone. However, my cell phone has decided to be the opposite of working these days. Meaning, it doesn't freaking work. So I couldn't turn it on. I was running around looking for an outlet so that I could charge it.
I noticed this guy was watching me. But pretty much everyone was watching me because I looked like a crazy person. When I finally found an outlet and was just standing there, he came to talk to me.
First in French.
"I'm sorry; I don't speak French."
"Are you Aussie?"
"No, I'm from the United States."
He then proceeded to tell me all about Thailand. He lives here. He felt it imperative, apparently, to tell me that I would like Thailand because girls aren't afraid to be sexy here...
I've already mentioned how I feel about people that I don't know telling me that I'll like something.
I'm not even sure what he based this on. My unwashed and completely dishevled hair? My well-worn and stretched out David Bowie t-shirt? My huge backpack? Whatever the reason, he thinks me and my sexiness will get along with Thailand just fine.
So far it's true. My host is a lovely, adorable, Thai girl. She's tiny (I have about six inches and 50 pounds on her), but so so sweet. We had a great time yesterday looking around the city for awhile. Today, I think we're going to a temple (which are completely different from Chinese temples and completely...magical). I hope to upload pictures soon...
