Three days in Bangkok (courtesy of
Holiday Inn Express Bangkok Siam) passed in a blur. Anxiety of my first solo plane ride, navigating the airport, media briefings, making friends with Indo journalists, Thai foot massage, Jim Thompson house tour, saw a man cook cocoons in a boiling pot to retrieve the silk (picture above), shopping, more media briefings, hotel launch dinner, failing to appreciate cocktails, Chang beer overload, getting pissed at BKK's crazy weather, trying out the BTS skytrain, eating street food, buying loads of $4 shades, desperate squeezing food and buys into my tiny luggage, navigating the airport again, made friends with a Canadian editor, arrived in Singapore to see my super sweet brother waiting outside, dinner with the family, crawled into bed and collapsed.
It's so tough being a working adult. Even when you're on "holiday" (technically, it wasn't a real holiday I was with strangers and pr people), you're constantly thinking about work. Obsessively checking your email whenever you get wifi connection. I fear I might be turning into one of the soul-less adults. Ironically, someone on the trip laughed and jokingly commented that it's good to be young and fearless when I was prowling the street and buying almost every kind of street food (some dubious ones, too) and trying. I reckon it's best to try everything now before I get too scared and fearful to try anything at all.
