So today I was supposed to go meet one of the bar girls, Keo, at 2pm so I could go with her to get a tattoo. Katie joined me and she picked us up on her motorbike and swept us away down the road toward the tattoo parlor. First we stopped to buy flowers, which I found out not long after was to offer to Buddha as a prayer before she got her tattoo. I went not intending to get a tattoo, but more to just watch her and hopefully talk to her more.
When we got done, we said goodbye and Katie and I left. We missed the last bus that left at 5pm to go back to SHE, so we had to find another ride. Since we’re too cheap to hire a taxi, we hitchhiked. This was the third time I had done it since being in Thailand and it’s really safe (so don’t worry Mom & Dad). A nice lady and her husband picked us up and dropped us off at the road we needed.
This stuff just doesn’t happen in my real life. Most days, I’m so ready to be home, but then again I wonder how long it will be before I just feel bored because I don’t have to spend a half hour hitchhiking to try and find a ride. I’ll just be able to hop in my own car and go. I hope, after a year of fiascos like this one, I’ll be more thankful than bored.
