You're in my veins and I cannot get you out.
I think I left part of my heart in Vietnam. I almost cried on the plane.
I don't know if it is the post transit-blues, or that I said goodbye not only to an amazing country but also my two closest friends on the road today, but I'm tired.
Coming back to Bangkok has not been what I expected. The city feels different, or maybe it is me who is different. I'm sitting at the same hostel and it just feels off.
I certainly wasn't expecting the major protests lines as I left the sky train, or the overturned cars near Democracy Monument, or the camps of army officers along the streets, or being told to avoid the entire mall area.
None of that is what bothered me though. I knew the protests had gotten worse, and I'm in no danger. It was walking down Khao San Road (the backpacker road) and the feeling of disgust coming over me, which surprises me because I didn't mind it before. I couldn't get out fast enough, and without the coconut ice cream I had walked there for. I'm not exactly sure why.
I think travel cured me of my drinking problem.
I might be in Malaysia sooner than I thought.