Officially on the night train! Or the train from hell as I'd like to say. Kidding! Not that bad but I'm only an hour in, I know already the three hours is numerous stops for no flipping reason. Not a fire show. Sorry, getting hangry and I'm pretty sure Mosquitos have laid eggs in my fingers, so bumpy and gross. I'm also sure I'm the smelly person on the train, I told you I havnt had time for laundry.
So being the sort of person I am, I gladly trade with one guy who's friend ended up in the other bunk, what did I end up with? A baby! Not the laughing baby from YouTube, not that dancing pepsi baby, a shitty baby. So she's cute, everyone is when they can barely speak and stumble everywhere, I do it a lot. But when I'm stuck in this little bunker with this treasure of a troll and I KNOW there is a sangsom party in the next car (for real, I think I saw Germaine, grandma has she been to work lately?) I'm pissed. They are all giggles and lively and friendly over there, oh look at us adults, speaking an actually language, having an actual drink. (p.s. Fools, the milk isn't pasteurized here) Maybe you aren't catching on to my hostility because I'm leaving out the most important part as to why this is crap. They're French.
Moving along now, at least I have air con and a bed and I'm tired as always so this is looking up. I've already ordered breakfast for the morn, I'm so happy everything comes with a pound of meat that I bet the train hit along the way. fml. But true to nature I'm going to the toilet and a guy comments on my tattoo and asks if I'm alone. Yeah, yeah, I should say no but I told him the truth. Of course he immediately tells me to go to the bar. Now, 2011 BB would be all over that party, and of course a huge part of me wants to but I finally have some down time and I don't feel like paying double for Kathy to come to friggin Chiang Mai tomorrow when I wake up all bitchy.
Forgot to mention I've finally recovered from my Chinese New Year hangover. Long story short, woke up hung over, went to get breakfast at my favorite spot but it was closed for the holiday, however Jackey the drummer was there (very popular drummer in Thailand, google it, I don't know if you'll find anything but that's my response to anything unknown) there was a bottle of tequila, a bunch of beer, and what do you know Happy New Year China! I spent the next day and a half hiding.
Fun fact: If this baby doesn't shut up that party is looking tempting...God save the Queen!
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