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Jaime, who I met online a year before we both left to travel, who I first met in real life in Brussels, who I threw tomatoes at at La Tomatina in Spain, who I traveled with for three months through India, finally found his way to Thailand. We only were able to meet up for two nights, but we went to the lake and we had a slumber party with Jenny. But it was great to see him one last time before I go home. Because who knows when I will next see him again. But no worries, we certainly...

I've been spending many of my days and many of my nights playing pool at my hostel in Chiang Mai. I'm not going to lie: I suck at pool. But every so often I manage to win. And every so often out of those times it's an honest to God legitimate win that doesn't involve a fuck up on the other player's part. I did manage to inspire a spit take when someone witnessed me breaking while taking a swig of Chang. It's something you really have to see to believe how bad I am at breaking. If nothing else, I like...

"Valerie," the woman at the front desk said, "the orange one died." She said it with a smile on her face, in the way that Thais always have a smile on their face. Even when they're telling you that someone you care deeply about is dead. And it makes it confusing to understand. Just like when you answer the phone at work to someone named Jennifer, who you assume is the Jennifer in operations who you've been doing web work for, and she tells you that dad has died and you wonder why she's telling you this. Until you realize that it's your sister...

I took a quick weekend detour from Chiang Mai back to Bangkok to meet up with Jodie — an Australian girl I had met four years ago in Amsterdam and hadn't seen since. I had been looking forward to catching up with her in Australia, but then my plans changed and I ended up staying in Asia. And then we had planned to meet up in Laos months ago but plans changed again. So when she told me she'd be back in Bangkok for a couple of days before heading on to work on a volunteer project in Cambodia I...

"It's easy to be happy," Suwat said, handing over his bicycle. "Just ride, I know the way." I mounted the bike at 12:30 in the morning and pedaled down the hundreds of years old street. Sometimes I rode slowly, carefully, making small circles, trying not to fall. Sometimes I rode really fast, as fast as my legs could move, letting the wind catch my hair. I always rejoined my friend....

I returned to Thailand, two months later, via a ten hour layover in Singapore where I arrived at one in the morning, found the 24 hour Burger King, and then attempted to sleep in the airport. It was a horrible sleep interrupted by security who wanted to check my boarding pass. I then spent one night, going to bed entirely too early, in Bangkok before heading back to Chiang Mai. I wanted to spend my last month with friends, in a place I love, not over-exerting myself. And I needed to spend a lot of time catching up with work....