It’s pouring in Bangkok and my little heart is very sad to be boarding a plane tonight. If the adventure is all over, (what? It is? I chose this?) it flew by so fast! So many sunny mornings waking up in the jungle, so many nights full of great friends. Always learning. Travel by train and by motorbike. Winding mountain roads. Squat toilets. How I’ll miss it all. I think I’ll be back to Asia sooner than later. For now, I run from the storm and find a few BKK hideaways I’ve been wondering about… Korea tomorrow before flying to the Americas. It’s time to go? How can that be?
