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i just drank four cups of burmese tea (the most wonderful drink in the world) and at this time tomorrow i'll be in burma on my visa run. i'm trying to find my friend who works in the refugee camps here but my cell phone battery dies every couple hours so it's not going so well. i feel homeless. i am homeless. the bus dropped me off before dawn this morning and i've been wandering around for hours wondering just where the border is. this town feels okay though, and i wish i could stay longer.
i spent friday night sitting in a makeshift train station miles away from the nearest railroad, two plastic seats away from a boy i'd convinced to cancel his flight back to seattle and go to india instead, drinking overpriced beer, holding three roses and a pink heart balloon, then sneaking into an old fort and running off through the labyrinth of bangkok's back alleys until sunrise. khao san road (weird backpackers' quarter within the city) was almost too much to bear this time around: the gate at the west end plastered with flyers searching for missing friends and family, photos of corpses covered with warning signs, the latest statistics, solemn tourists circling (creating) the spectacle with camcorders, all too eerily reminiscent of penn station in 2001.
i don't seem poised to make any healthy changes in my life anytime soon, but i'm wondering how long i can hold out like this.
i spent friday night sitting in a makeshift train station miles away from the nearest railroad, two plastic seats away from a boy i'd convinced to cancel his flight back to seattle and go to india instead, drinking overpriced beer, holding three roses and a pink heart balloon, then sneaking into an old fort and running off through the labyrinth of bangkok's back alleys until sunrise. khao san road (weird backpackers' quarter within the city) was almost too much to bear this time around: the gate at the west end plastered with flyers searching for missing friends and family, photos of corpses covered with warning signs, the latest statistics, solemn tourists circling (creating) the spectacle with camcorders, all too eerily reminiscent of penn station in 2001.
i don't seem poised to make any healthy changes in my life anytime soon, but i'm wondering how long i can hold out like this.