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My SE Asia trip came and went in a decidedly SE Asian way – in a flash of bright colors, noise and chaos. When I think back on our trip, I smile at the memories when we were the most miserable. Often, as I stood under the shower trying to wash off the layer of black dirt that accumulated daily on my hands and feet, and realizing that the water was not going to get any warmer than frigid (despite what we’d been promised and paid for) the lyrics from the Goo Goo Dolls, “Iris,” would run through my head: “Yeah, you bleed just to know you’re alive.” Kim and I chose SE Asia because it was different, because we’d never experienced anything like it. As Kim later said, “We didn’t come here to be comfortable.”
And I don’t think we were. Ever. If our guest house toilet worked, or we had hot water and electricity 24h/day, or our room wasn’t already inhabited by mice, then we were riding the worst forms of transportation ever devised, or arguing with the locals regarding Kim’s nationality and racial background, or confused, wet and dirty. It started and ended in Bangkok, with two weeks of adventure, mishaps and good talks in between.