Mission: Bangkok

Mission: Accomplished.

I've arrived in Bang-to-the-kok safely! It's 2:18 AM local time, and, after 30 hours of travel, my Brokedown Palace/Locked Up Abroad-esque fears were calmed as my (obviously) drug and WMD-free bags passed through customs seamlessly. The nice gentleman who checked my passport even took my picture from his seat at his desk! He must think I am some sort of Western movie star!

...along with every other person in line ahead of me [insert sound of deflating ego here].

Oh well. Movie star or not, everyone I've encountered between the airport and the airport hotel (distance: one minute) has been very nice, and speak excellent broken English, which I appreciate more than words can describe. No, actually, words can describe: I appreciate the nice, broken-English speaking people like I appreciate eating copious amounts of green tea ice cream while squeezing my kitty while petting my (or any) fluffy dog while watching this, simultaneously:

Which, if you know me, means I appreciate them A LOT.

So thank you, Bangkok, for greeting me with bright lights, flattering customs agents, and lovely people.

That's all for now folks, see you in Phuket!