Its that feeling you get inside you thats pure happyness.. no wait.. its the exact opposite!
I think its actually the name of my town that I have crash landed in. Its really beautiful. I think i’m in the beggining of the nothern mountain range with forests and small lakes and all that jazz. Very peaceful.
Thats the happiness part.. the rest is found wanting I would say…
I live in a craptacular dirty cement cabin that smells like a washroom.. wait!?!? thats cause there is no door between the one room myslef and a 25 year old Thai teacer share and the cesspool that is the bathroom. YES! .. ugh. All my clothes smell slightly damp and gross now. There is also no kitchen , and no shower so eating and washing are relative surprises.. although i’m still managing my strickt diet of rice for breakfeast, rice for lunch and rice for dinner. My bed is made of an old door.. no.. its two halfs of two old doors on a rusy steel frame with some musty comforters on top. Throw up a very successful mosquito net covered in dead bugs and voila! “Home!”.. home isn’t in quotes cause i would exclaim it, it’s in quotes because it’s questionable.
If I were living with a poor Thai family in a wooden house.. it would be fine..i’ve been to those houses.. there would be food and a shower and my bed would aleast have the oringinal intention of being a bed. But living with a poor 25 year old is way worse.. he has no house.. all he has is a sweet ass motorbike. Dude.. next time pass on the chrome and buy a fridge.. or perhaps a new door for my bed.
But all in all it’s survivable for sure.. and at times (mostly when im not in my room of pestulance) its quite liviable and enjoyable. And i’m only here for one more week.
This weekend i’m escaping to Bangkok for a warm shower and sleep.. cause i ain’t gettin any where I am now.