I had packed everything into my lagguage. Locks, passport, shampoos,facial wash, camera, clothing, and another 101 things to bring to thailand.
I was suppose to fly into the land of thousand smiles
I was suppose to be caught in a riot.
I was suppose to be where I have no absolute power .
I was suppose to be oggling at chicks with dicks.
I was suppose to snap pictures of army tank running over defiant protesters.
I was suppose to laugh at Huda haggling with aunties at chatuchak market.
I was prepared to get food poisoning from road side food hawker.
I WAS PREPARED FOR A GETAWAY, A TWISTED ADVENTURE WITH RIOTS! GUNS AND BOOZE BUT!!!!
The only thing I was not prepared for was for a state of emergency.
Went through “international” hell trying to settle the air tickets and insurance for Huda and me.
why international? The people who man these hotlines are from all over the world. I spoke to an American, an Australian, a Phillipino and a Japanese on seperate calls just to make changes to airline refund, cancellation and postponing the dates.
At least I got to speak to a authetic thai girl
While calling the thai agency to cancel my hotel stay…..
