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I am aware I spelt Bangkok wrong but it wouldn't let me change it so whatever. Ok just to wrap things up. So after the final night in Seam Reap we got up early the next day extremely hung over and got on a bus for Bangkok. Oh my God I have never been more uncomfortable in my entire life. Not only did I feel like s*** but it was boiling hot that day and the bus wasn't air conditioned and we had to keep the windows closed so the dirt from the road didn't get in. It was like a f***ing furnace in there. Not only that, all the backpacks of all the passengers were crammed into the isle and piled on top of each other so it was unbelievably cramped so you could barley move. So there I sat for 6 hours squeezed in and absolutely roasting my ass off and wallowing in buckets ofmy own sweat. It was horrendous and I had to muster all my mental strength to avoid freaking out from claustrophobia. When we stopped for a break everyone was taking ages to traverse over the bags to get off (my bag of course positioned as the perfect stepping stone in the middle so it got trampled to s***) and I got so agitated that I just jumped out the window nearly breaking my ankle in the mud I fell into. Anyway it was bad, and after we swiftly passed through border control back into Thailand, the remainder of the 4 hours was to be spent in, of course, another f***ing minibus. Ironically this one was spacious and air-conditioned but still managed to be torture only for me because I sat next to this huge French guy who stank to high heaven. I had trouble stopping myself from gagging with every breath I took. To say I was in a bad mood by the end of the day really would be the understatement of the century. Anyway we finally got to Bangkok and chilled on the Kao San road grabbing some food, Ben of course savouring his last Pad Thai meal. God knows how he's been surviving without his daily dose of the stuff. Then we got a taxi over to the airport for the midnight flight to Sydney where the in-flight movie was Beverly Hills Chihuahua. I lasted about 2 minutes before ripping off the headphones, Ben I think a bit longer, I think he liked it. Anyway so South East Asia was over. I was considering sitting down and doing a piece of creative writing for my next blog on my general musings of the place, making it really intellectual and insightful. But I couldn't be arsed. So I'll say seemingly now it was a blur of noodles and rice, buckets and beer, sun and rain, tuk tuks and scooters, lady boys and toothless grins, waterfalls and forests, beaches and bars, sunburnt and pasty bodies, mosquitos and cockroaches, minibus and boat rides, temples and markets, scams and haggling, loving and hating the LP guide, and of course…all the people from all around the world who we partied and swapped stories with, douchbags and legends and all. Ladyzman 0 and Legendo 69 done in South East Asia, where everything is the same same but different...
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