It's raining. It sucks. I hate Ko Samui today. Two of my memory sticks on my camera have viruses (fuckin' great) and it's been raining for the last two days and we can't really do anything. What's the point of being at a beach town if you can't go to the damn beach? I'm pissed. I miss Cambodia, I miss Laos, I miss Vietnam, and I'm over Ko Samui. This place is a veritable playing ground for douchiness. It's tourist central. Our hotel is across the street from a Mcdonalds, a Starbucks, and a Haagen Daz and next door to a Subway. I hate it. I had no idea it would be like this. We went out last night and it was amazingly douchie. Everywhere I looked there were major douche bag spottings. I swear, it was like a sordid convention for douche bags or something--douche bags with accents, eighteen year old douche bags, douche bags with bad hair, douche bags who can't dance, hippie douche bags, drunk douche bags, high douche bags, douche bags without shirts on, hipster douche bags ... it was amazing and horrible all at the same time. I can't believe this city. It's like spring break but in a bad, bad way. Not in the this is hella fun and I'm drunk and pretending like I'm eighteen. It was more like, everyone here is horrible, I feel like I'm at a frat party and I'm twenty-six years old. Where am I?
We are going to Ko Phangan in a few days to go to the Full Moon Party and meet up with some friends we met in Laos. I'm meeting up with Jenna too, so it should be a blast, but to be honest, I'm terrified that it's gonna be like douche central-spring break-frat party plus a few white guys with dreadlocks. I guess at this point I should just say ce la vie and enjoy it. I am in Thailand after all, and I know I'm lucky.
Bangkok was a riot. Me, Daniel, Denny, Jan, and Emma ventured to the notorious Soi Cowboy, famous for it's ping-pong shows and prostitutes, for some ridiculousness. To sum it up, we watched a show which constituted of the following ---smoking cigarettes, magic flowers, shooting darts at balloons, pulling out strings with needles on it ... all out of their vagina. It was horrifying, sad, and intriguing all at the same time. I've never seen anything like it, and I hope, I never will again. I don't really think there is anything else to say about Soi Cowboy. I think I said it all.
We reluctantly left Daniel in Bangkok to head to Ko Samui; I couldn't wait to get to the beaches. Now I'm here and it sucks. I think all in all, Thailand has been my least favorite place by far. From what I've seen it's overly Westernized and consumed with tourists. I miss Sihanoukaville, I really miss Vietnam, and I miss the lazy pace of Laos. I wish I could go back to all of those places and do it all over again. They are amazing. It's crazy that it's already almost been two months. I can't believe it. It seems like I've been traveling forever but also seems like it's been no time at all. Does that make any sense? Hopefully the rain will let up for the Full Moon party, and hopefully I'll stop being so negative and get in the groove of Thailand ...
We are going to Ko Phangan in a few days to go to the Full Moon Party and meet up with some friends we met in Laos. I'm meeting up with Jenna too, so it should be a blast, but to be honest, I'm terrified that it's gonna be like douche central-spring break-frat party plus a few white guys with dreadlocks. I guess at this point I should just say ce la vie and enjoy it. I am in Thailand after all, and I know I'm lucky.
Bangkok was a riot. Me, Daniel, Denny, Jan, and Emma ventured to the notorious Soi Cowboy, famous for it's ping-pong shows and prostitutes, for some ridiculousness. To sum it up, we watched a show which constituted of the following ---smoking cigarettes, magic flowers, shooting darts at balloons, pulling out strings with needles on it ... all out of their vagina. It was horrifying, sad, and intriguing all at the same time. I've never seen anything like it, and I hope, I never will again. I don't really think there is anything else to say about Soi Cowboy. I think I said it all.
We reluctantly left Daniel in Bangkok to head to Ko Samui; I couldn't wait to get to the beaches. Now I'm here and it sucks. I think all in all, Thailand has been my least favorite place by far. From what I've seen it's overly Westernized and consumed with tourists. I miss Sihanoukaville, I really miss Vietnam, and I miss the lazy pace of Laos. I wish I could go back to all of those places and do it all over again. They are amazing. It's crazy that it's already almost been two months. I can't believe it. It seems like I've been traveling forever but also seems like it's been no time at all. Does that make any sense? Hopefully the rain will let up for the Full Moon party, and hopefully I'll stop being so negative and get in the groove of Thailand ...
