It’s kind of a funny story.
I have been to Bangkok before. I always thought I’ve gone once before in my life, but various members of my family have been saying that I have actually been there twice already. I don’t know; I don’t remember. We don’t even have a Thai magnet on our fridge. That’s how small an impression it’s made on me.
So, I don’t even know why I booked this trip in the first place. At the time, a couple of near-strangers (plus Karen) were going because of a promo-fare. I’m glad I went anyway, though! The company was stellar, Bangkok was lovely, and even though I am pretty much going to be dirt poor for the next couple of months, I’m pretty happy. I spent eight days in that foreign country, and I missed it before even leaving.
More photos soon! I suppose these are teasers.