For better or worse (mostly worse), I drank my share of drinks our last night on Koh Tao, leaving me extremely tired the following morning. The sunburn was sucking the life out of me too, and I was no closer to getting over the cold I'd picked up a few days earlier.
Burnt to a crisp, the fast ferry's rooftop views were sacrificed for the lightly chilled air of the main deck. The Ben Stiller movie about spending a night in a lively museum played on the plasma TV screen. Upon arrival on the mainland, we geared up for the overnight bus ride back to Bangkok. My bus buddy, as Josie called the people we sat next to, was a German stewardess from Frankfort with Lufthansa, which reminded me of Christina from Koh Phangan. She said, and is it little wonder, that Bangkok is a very popular vacation spot for airline workers because of the super cheap rates they get to such a major airline hub.
Back in Bangkok, while Josie and Catharine pillaged the city's shopping markets, I had extra pages added to my passport, a free service provided by American embassies, and finally bought a new AC adapter from the ASUS service center.
My endgame was playing out well. After two months in Thailand, I was itching to feel the rush of entering a new country, and Cambodia was in my sights.
