Enter the Dragon
It seemed most of Bangkok’s free Wi-Fi had a signal. But, no actual internet connection. It was a similar situation at our new guesthouse. Leaving Anne to shower, I gobbled up some oat bars I’d stashed in my bag and took my first walk down Kao San Road by myself in search of an actual working internet connection to call my parents. I also needed to let Charles know everything was going fantastically well with our trip. Yes, it was all lies, but nobody wanted to know anything else.
In truth, as you may have guessed, Bangkok has not impressed me so far at all. There was a distinct lack of temples, praying monks, and serenity. It all seemed to be replaced by outdoor bars that wouldn’t feel out of place along a London bar district. 7-11 stores. And drunk tourists. Why do gui
