Let’s Eat Durian And Say Goodbye

I was glad to have my errands, grooming, and party night out of the way the day before taking the bus to Cambodia.

Being free to do nothing is right up this backpacker's alley.

In the evening, Josi, Catharine and I met up for dinner at the popular open-air restaurant next to our hotel on Soi Rambuttri. I needed to savor one last chicken curry.

I think I went with yellow, after having red for lunch. Catharine retired early, while Josi and I hung out a little longer.

On our walk down Kho San Road, I noticed a Durian vendor. I enjoyed the fleshy fruit for the first time in Singapore, so I bought some to eat on our way back to the hotel.

The street vendors in Bangkok are wonderfully clean and appealing, so it would've been a crime to not take advantage of the perfectly wrapped offerings.

Sticking my fingers into the mush that is the Durian fruit, savoring it along with two months of amazing memories, I surely had a big smile on my face. 

Josi didn't get away without trying some too. She likened it to the taste of pineapple with the texture of mango.

Before parting ways, Catharine got her second wind, and the three of us listened to music until two minutes to midnight. 

The girls had an early flight home in a few hours while I'd be on the long bus to Siem Reap, Cambodia!