Planning!

I can’t sleep, and for some reason the only time I can
actually force myself to write something is between the
hours of midnight and 1am.

Anyway, here’s what’s new.

When I booked my flight out here, I had absolutely no
idea what I was going to do once I arrived. I just figured
I’d sit out the winter and hopefully come to some profound
conclusion regarding what to do with my life.

Well, that hasn’t happened so far, but I have decided to
come home. I need to face reality. I need a job, and I also
need to find myself a husband. And obviously I'm missing
Max too!

But FIRST I’m going to Japan for a couple of weeks! I’ve
booked a flight and all my hostels, and now I just need to
sort out my rail pass. I’m ridiculously excited.

AND I’ve also persuaded my dad to meet me in India for
a 2 week holiday including a trip to Bandhavgarh National
Park to see real life TIGERS. Ohmygod.

I’m almost out of pages in my passport, I hope I have
enough to do India and Japan.

Sooooo, this means I need an Indian visa, so I’m going
to have to spend a while in Bangkok sorting it out. This
will be the fifth visa I’ve got in Bangkok. I like to make
things complicated for myself.

These two trips are dominating my life right now, you
have no idea how difficult planning these things from
Thailand in a short space of time can be. I mean, I
managed to orchestrate an entire overland trip from
Vietnam to St Petersburg from Thailand. I’m badass. 

I’m thinking I should organise holidays for a living, I
freaking love it.

In other news, I bought a kitchen knife, and it’s incredible.
What I didn’t realise was that it was double edged, and I
couldn’t work out why my hands were getting sliced to
pieces. So one side is serrated, the other side is a vegetable
knife, and the middle is a peeler. AND it has a bottle
opener. I’m bringing this guy home with me for sure.
In fact, I need to take a picture to prove how excellent
it is.

I’m not even slightly tanned. Not even A BIT. And everyone
I encounter comments on how PALE I am, and how I should
wear lots of cream. It’s annoying.

Oh yeah, I just realised I never mentioned that job I got
offered.Ha, look, I gave it a go, but when someones first
words to you are'this is not timeshare', you know you're
in for a fun time.

It was bullshit, and despite the fact that I could have earnt
A LOT of money doing it, I found it physically impossible
to pretend to act astonished and excited when tourists reveal
3 stars on their scratchcard. I never actually realised how
good these guys are at lying. And I was BAD at it, so I told
Stefan, the manager, that it wasn't for me. I half expected
him to track me down and murder me incase I reveal the
secret behind the tiny black dot on the winning scratch cards.

Tuesday

I was just riding my bike along and the car infront of me
hit a dog.

And nobody else stopped except me, so I carried it to the
side of the road. It was still alive but I think maybe it's neck
was broken. What the hell was I meant to do, nobody else
bothered to stop and I couldn't carry it on my bike, so I
just left it :( I feel bad.

Super brief post with zero emotion

So it’s now been 12 whole days since I left lovely safe
Dronfield!

Day 1 was a plane day.

Day 2 was also a plane day, but with an insane stop
over in New Delhi. I did make friends during this
though, which was nice.

Day 3 I got three hours sleep and then had another
plane day. And then I was back on Samui.

Days 4 and 5 were HOUSE days where I drove around
endlessly ringing about house for rent signs. This was
hard work AND I got really really bad sunburn on my
forehead and the back of my hands.

Day 6 was moving in day because I found a house!

Day 7 was lobster-lookalike recluse day:(

Day 8 was friend day, when brand new friends Andrew
and his bro Tom came and stayed at my house!

Day 9 was also friend day, although it was also friend
leaving day

Days 10 and 11 were exploration and internet days.
Someone fitted internet in my house, which worked
for an hour. Then stopped. Misery.

Today is day 12. Some German bloke approached me
in the supermarket and offered me a job. Swapped
numbers. I hope he rings me, I want a job! It’s for a
hotel called Dara, and they pretty much employ people
to be on the streets selling holidays to tourists. The best
thing about this is, I’d get an awesome tan. He also
invited me out with his friends tonight, winner.