I’m currently sitting in a sweaty basement filled with British bros playing a soccer video game waiting for my laundry that I’ve been trying to do all day (there’s one washing machine for the entire hostel that probably houses some 50 ish people (or more)). And I lost my headphones.
I’ve had better days.
But also, if this is as bad as it gets — I’m ok with that. Continue reading
My thoughts from tonight’s dinner as scribbled down on the notes in my phone. No edits. (Picture has nothing to do with the words)
Where am I?
Brittney Spears’ greatest hits are on full blast, I haven’t heard a single non-Russian all day with the exception of the Thais working various establishments, the ‘night market’ is priced wildly higher than any other I’ve been to, advertisements for “supercheap” (and yes, they do look super cheap) lingerie is surrounding me on all sides, I’m sweating bullets as I devour said over priced (albeit yummy) night market find while watching someone get the dry skin on their feet eaten by tiny fish across the tables — topped with Changs and various styrofoam containers getting attacked by obnoxious flies (damn those things are EVERYWHERE). Continue reading
Maybe it’s the serious lack of sleep, the sunburn or the insanely delicious mango smoothie I’m currently devouring, but my heart feels mighty toasty. Like its been sunbathing the last two weeks and was just returned to my chest… Maybe it is the sunburn?
It’s so warm; I can literally feel it. Continue reading
Southern Thailand is a dream. A hot, sweaty, sandy dream. I’m pretty sure there’s a permanent layer of sand on my scalp and I’m totally ok with it.
I spent the first 5 nights in Krabi in a hostel that was literally a dream. There were puppies, an ocean view empty of tourist, a swing and puppies. So. Many. Puppies. 
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Life is a dream.
Not necessarily in the way you might think, however.
These last few weeks I’ve been living in a state of shock that have made my experiences thus far feel as though I’m dreaming. Moving from moment to moment barely recognizing that I am in fact living in a reality — one that I’m having a hard time grasping.
I was working from a coffee shop just below the hostel I’m staying yesterday morning and a wave of gratitude the size of Mount Everest swallowed me. I’m writing from an adorable coffee shop in the middle of Taipei. Please, nobody pinch me — I don’t want to wake up! Continue reading
Stinky tofu.
According to Wikipedia Stinky Tofu is (Chinese: 臭豆腐; pinyin: chòudòufu) is a Chinese form of fermented tofu that has a strong odor. It is usually sold at night markets or roadside stands as a snack, or in lunch bars as a side dish, rather than in restaurants.
I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say ‘Stinky’ is not enough of a descriptive adjective for just how smelly this tofu actually is. Stinky is a baby’s soiled diaper or pair of socks due for a washing. This tofu is not just stinky. Continue reading
Ok, I doubt that was the hardest, but despite the ease of the Taiwan train & metro system today definitely was not easy.
The first day is done. Holy shit, I am TIRED and the shower I just took may have been the most glorious shower of all showers. Getting friendly with the whole grunge scenario is definitely going to be a challenge for me.
Here were the things I thought and wrote about on my phone throughout the day (I also have some jittery videos on my Instagram story. More of those to come.): Continue reading
