planning or traveling

Planning, it's one of those things you do before you leave, but then the whole thing falls apart once you get there.
In my case, it meant that I almost missed my flight back to Holland.
It seemed fine to take a train one morning before my flight home was. I guess I just didn't really wanted to go home.
Then the evening before my train would leave, my friend from home arrived in Chiang mai. And it seemed like a nice idea to go dancing and get drunk.
The next day at 4 AM, this idea turned out very foolish. There I was, sleep-standing, with my head banging like a drummer that played inside my head and a never ending beep in my ear, waiting for my train.
I somehow forgot that the trains in Thailand are the same as 200 years ago, and left with a pace where bikes could've catched us.
During this twenty hour train ride, the train stopped at every bird that pooped on the railwaytrack, conductors smoked inside the train, some teenage thai girls and I did a photoshoot and a guy wanted my autograph because 'i looked like that one girl from glee' and it all seemed strangely normal.
I began to worry though, and not for nothing.
We arrived not at 9 PM, but it was closer to 11.30 PM. I looked in my wallet and dissapointedly saw only 200 baht (2.90 dollar).
I decided to take a tuktuk to the sky-train station, which was the cheapest option, but I got ripped off (number 66) because the whole station was closed.
The only one there was the cleaning guy who kept saying 'very good, very good' when I asked when the next train would leave.
So there I was, on one of the busiest roads of Bangkok, outside a 7eleven sitting on my backpack, with only two dollar left to spend.
I kept seeing myself running through the security gate at the airport, hearing my name being broadcasted, and then being just too late. Stranded in Bangkok.
After some desperate minutes praying to god (im an atheist) if he could help me get to the airport, a fancy white car stopped and I asked
with my final energy left if they could lend me the money. And they did! I was saved! On top of that, the driver kept asking me in his
frantic efforts where I would eat, but I ensured him I would be fine.
So it might be saver and less stressful to plan those things carefully and to have at least five dollars in a secret place of you backpack
but aren't these stupid things adventures itself? I look back with a big smile and since then I'm not really an atheist anymore. I'm almost a buddhist.