I think I'm having worse culture shock now than I did when I got to
Bangkok. The air feels too dry and I'm always parched. I try to
weave through the passing cars when I walk across the street and they keep
stopping for me. The money looks wierd, I stare at it thinking it
doesn't look right and that it's been changed while I was away.
I see restaurants full of white people and can't figure out why
there's so many foreigners eating there. When I see an asian I keep getting
the urge to speak Thai to them or I listen to them talking and wonder
why I can't understand anything they're saying. I pull things out of
my bags to use them and find myself putting them back when I'm done
so it'll be easier to repack when it's time to go. I watch for
cockroaches when I'm out walking and mosquitos when I'm sitting down,
and feel surprised when I don't find them. Everywhere I go seems too
quiet and clean and devoid of life.
Scott
