Chiang Mai, Thailand

After 24.5 hours in the air, 4 connections, 3/4 security check-point frisks, and an incompetent seat neighbor spilling orange juice on my pants later… I’m in Chiang Mai. That’s in Thailand, guys.

We arrived on the day of the famous Loy Krathong Festival. That’s the festival that has all of those candle-lit floating lanterns in the sky and adorable handmade boats floating down the river on fire.

We lit candles.
We held, then released, the paper lanterns and boats made out of banana leaves and flowers.
We ate food while sitting on the ground.
It was spicy.
Note to self: bring antacids in pocket, everywhere, always, for the next 2 weeks. Holy.Shit.

Exhaustion had set in many hours prior to the interesting ‘taxi’ journey from the airport to the pretty hotel. Pretty sure it’s pretty, the delusion was real at this point, certainty of anything could be an illusion. Am I even typing this right now? 

It’s like 5am here. In the future. Because it’s a different day. Ahead of what it is there, in the America. Though if you’re not in America (congrats on that, seriously…), it may not be the future for you. My point is, today is Saturday and we are heading out to the temples and whatnot then to the night street markets so I can get some Thai elephant pants and wear those the rest of this trip bc that’s how you make your experience super authentic. It’s also how you for definitely stand out as a tourist. Either way…I’m looking forward to my elephant pants. (Please note: no elephants are harmed in the making of the elephant pants)

You guys know the routine by now, right? I’ll start throwing pics up as I can, and update you as to whether or not I’m in a Thai prison. Well, I’ll update you if NOT in a Thai prison. So if more than 48 hours go by without any indication of my freedom, watch ‘Brokedown Palace’ and do absolutely everything differently to aid in my escape. Also, I would appreciate if at least one of you have Liam Neeson on speed-dial. Thanks in advance..