This morning was the shattering of my blissful ignorance. After lying in bed for a while, I decided, better jump up and start the day! Shucks! So, I got up and quickly turned on the lights. What was it to greet my eyes at such an abrupt introduction to the light? Sadly, it was not the dreamy Danish dude from across the hall, but a less welcome bed fellow that I had been host to the previous evenings. Yes, yes. Bed bugs. Joyous discovery to see some scatter, find one on my sleep shirt, kill a couple in my sleep sheet and see MY blood smear on the sheet. Uuuuuuuuuuuuugh. Welcome to paradise. Now I’m paranoid they’re everywhere in my stuff, at all the hostels, and in my ears. I guess this is what I get to look forward to for the next couple of months. Oddly enough there are no itchy bites, so I guess that’s where I got lucky? Right? Count the small blessings.

 Yesterday I managed to maneuver public transit, find the hospital I was looking for and get my Japanese Encephalitis shot. It was a fraction of the cost of what I would have paid in the states and not made of the cringeworthy mouse brain cells the US one is made of. So, I’m vaccinated for everything and don’t have to be scared that I’ll get sick and lose brain function or die. Yay! Small blessings

I have consumed two meals off the street and one in restaurant and so far have not fallen ill. I guess it’s a matter of time, which makes eating a less joyous affair than it should be. Is this really good enough for the runs? I haven’t quite figured out how to order yet, so I haven’t had a orgasm making meal yet. That’s okay, can’t climax too early or the rest of the trip is… anti-climactic.

 And speaking of climaxes, I experienced my first tropical downpour yesterday. I haven’t seen rain like that ever and was actually not so bad since it wasn’t cold out. Everyone just sat under cover and waited it out. I bought some chocolate covered yam chips and watched the streets fill with water. 

 And also speaking of climaxes, I began the learning of an important lesson yesterday. I need to talk to these people that I will never see again. Especially when they are across the hall from me and a perfect combination of pheromones that makes me hyperventilate. Oh, Delicious Danish Dish, I will find more of you and seek you out. You will not escape me again! So foxy, but I think there is some sort of dude code that requires other friend dude to be taken care of if his friend is going to leave off with some chick. Whatever, I don’t have to follow that.

THAILAND HAS FIXED GEAR RIDERS! Holy shit! Imagine my surprise at seeing these dudes trying to do tricks in the street, much akin to those ones from my hometown. International phenomenon, shit.

 Now I am off to embark on some jungle  and slower pace of life on a raft house hostel. More bed bugs? I can only hope.