Saturday, 20 February 2010

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.

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