I realized, just last week, that my problem with Bangkok (or Thammasat, rather) wasn’t Bangkok. It was me. It’s like this: I went to Bangkok for all the wrong reasons.
Talking to other people that have travelled to Thailand, I realize that people to to Thailand for its beaches and its parties. Which means, had I wanted to hang out on beautiful beaches and go to racous parties, Bangkok would have been a perfect fit.
Unfortunately, (and I say this with perfect candor, but a slight smile) I went to Thailand to study, and for a cultural experience. Small wonder I was disappointed. =)
Not that I didn’t find aspects of Thailand (heh, parties aside) that I enjoyed: I certainly did. But it wasn’t what I was expecting. I was expecting vibrant, genuine culture; challenging education. In short, I was expecting India. Which wasn’t fair to Thailand, and it wasn’t fair to myself.
So I guess the point is this: um… what is the point? Oh, yeah. That the right reasons to go to Thailand are, well, what we might call “all the wrong reasons.” But they’re really the right reasons to go to Thailand. Which sounds like double-speak. (I’ve been reading about Islam all morning– go figure, that after reading about religious principles, double-speak should emerge…) But anyhow.
It’s been good.
It really has.
Atchara when you call me,I feel like a stranger.For 4 months ago,you call me Nampueng most of or all the time but when you’re back Atchara is not quite familiar.Sorry I’m not fuzzy but just a little thing effects little mind.=p I’m sorry,I feel guilty all the time that I left you on Sunday night.And one more thing,maybe you don’t know or I never told you I’m not fond of The clubs.I’m happy to get together with friends but not aim for the clubs.May be it’s good that you could post this blog on these day.
One thing that I’m afraid that you’re a little bit upset,if so,forgive me.
Always miss,
Nampueng,
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Heh,Don’t forget to let me know when you get home.