After a long blurry mess of immigration officers, traffic jams, a single chocolate muffin for breakfast, lunch and dinner, long flights next to drunken Norwegian men and heath so thick you can almost taste it, I’ve finally arrived. A cute Canadian man with mad skills in the travelling compartment recommended that I find a room along the Khaosan road; and so, here I am. It was, after all, the safest option. Though sitting here now, in the middle of little America with tuk-tuk’s, I start to miss travelling with out knowing where I’m headed. So far, I’ve found:
- Two 24h Burger Kings. Because obviously the answer to insomnia is a large whopper with chips.
- Three 7/11’s.
- One Starbucks. Having never been inside of one before, I now feel like I’ve slept with the devil.
- One KFC
- And one 24h McDonald’s; just in case your quest is to have a grand battle of the burgers.