Patience for the Waiting.

Je vais être aussi patient comme un garçon dans l'amour ne pourrait jamais être.

 

Its going to be a long 3 months.

Bangkok. The last day. FINALLY

Its been about a month since my last post. So I might as well just get to it. I LAZY WRITE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED IN BANGKOK ON LAST DAY SO PLS ENJOY THE PICTURES

In retrospect, I don’t really miss my hair.

     Mum nagged at me while I was snapping away – she couldn’t tell what I was doing, pointing my camera at bars.

Tasted like home.

  Had our last taste of the sweet-savour mini-apoms. I still have no idea what they’re called.

Last looks at the hotel. Won’t miss it.

Hopped in the van, slept all the way to the airport

Last looks at the airport. There’s always this nostalgic feeling I get when I go to airports, whether I’m leaving a country, watching people leave, arrive, say goodbye, etc. etc. Sometimes its worthwhile just to stop and take it all in while you still can.

Last looks at the country.

 

 

 

More to update on. =DHere’s looking at you, Thailand.