While I was staying at a hostel for a week in Bangkok, I met many travellers passing through.
I was a useful ally in this part of the neighborhood for my native Thai speech came in handy (reading however still takes me days to decode without Google). I was planning my scuba lessons in Koh Tao and how to make my way down to the islands even after my family's warnings about the monsoon coming in.
If I was going to die, I'd better find me a damn whale shark before I did.
Nothing could stop me from my desire to swim the ocean and visit the homes of many sea creatures and try not to get eaten or sucked into a rip tide.
A week in Bangkok was really too much for me.
I was so anxious to get diving, but I've already booked my time at the hostel, so I made up for it by drinking beer with travellers, going to Khao San and haggling for ping pong shows. I was able to meet a dive master from British Columbia and she shared lots of exciting stories about diving.
One terribly hungover morning I decided to roll out of my bunk and order a coffee and chat with the cute receptionist cutely nicknamed Moo Daeng (it's this delicious roast pig that is super dope with yellow noodles in Thailand).
Then an Indonesian feller showed up
And asked for directions to the Chatuchak market. Moo Daeng was a bit flustery with her English and was trying to give him BTS directions but he didn't speak English very well either.
I was bored and had no plans that day, so I thought, hell, I'll go with him. So I asked if could come along because I knew the way, I've been in the city toooooo long
He told me about his life and how his mother was really important in his world. I felt a bit ashamed at myself for not loving my mom as he did for his. We got to talking about dreams and ambitions and what travelling means for us. I told him about my dream to see the world and live out here as a nomad that shares kindness with everyone.
Then the next day, we booked a bike ride tour together.
It was raining pretty terribly, but we decided to go anyway. He's Indonesian, so I guess rain doesn't really bother him anyway. The bike ride was super awesome. We started in the slums of Bangkok, also known as old China Town, and took a tiny wooden boat with a motorcycle engine attached to a rod and propeller that held us and our bikes to arrive at a tiny little island across the river.
He dropped his sunglasses in the water, and I instinctively went and got them out for him. I didn't know I could be that nice to a person, but as I travelled more and more, it just became second nature.
We finished the bike ride and he had to catch his plane back to work right after.
That was the last time I saw my awesome friend. He parted me with a gift, as he works for Air Asia and wanted to share his flight benefits with me. So he could help me achieve my dream to see the world. And I was able to fly to many Asian countries with just paying airport taxes, so he lightened my travel expenses quite drastically. Walking this earth to have the universe send me such amazing relationships with people have given me the courage to be my true self.
I'm glowing in my joy, my passion, and now I wish to share the love I experienced with all of you. He has given me much more than I could ever give back. My journey is to pay forth all the kindness that I have received with the future people that randomly come into my life.
I wish you all well, and I really appreciate all of you who read my stories. :)
