Adieu...

...Vietnam, how i love thee...except you Nha Trang
...Cambodia, how I like you
...Thailand, maybe sometime in the future, I'll return and give you another try

Well I am up and out of bed, I am feeling 65% normal right now and I'm wearing my white linen pants bcause I'm optimistic that I can control eveything from here on out. Oh the last two days have beaten me down, run me over, pulled me over a grater...you get the jif. So on my last day here before getting on my flight tonight at midnight for Frankfurt, I'm going to try and walk around a little bit, see more of Bangkok then just through my hotel window.
I will have to say that Thailand was incredibly difficult trial that showed me how strong I can be when i need to...:)...oh how easy it is to flatter one self when one writes ones own blog.
First example, and really not for anyone who just ate or gets queasy easily....
After the Danish boys had left and I was in a new, grumble grumble, guesthouse....and that main reason i dont like guesthouses is for some reason the hippies have resigned to sleep in towels...so you cant find a blanket, they give you a towel....I really didnt want to stay in a guesthouse adn was going to pay a lot just for a little blanket (still when your feverish, not sure why you're sick and alone a blanket is quite impt) but i found a guesthouse not far from where the previous one, close to the ferry and pharmacies and run by a Frenchy! How I love them and cant resist. so when I saw that he too had towels, after he had assured me that his "blankets" were the softest i'd ever feel and feel the best on my skin (bolognie!) i said i needed a 2nd blanket.
He went into a diatribe about living on an island and water and electricity were scarce so washing was difficult but after talking a little bit longer, he gave me a 2nd towel and i lasid down immediately for a nap......not a half an hour into my nap, i feel like passing gas and the worst most horrific thing happened!!!!!!!It was like I had jumped into an outhouse....images from Schindler's list and slumdog millionaire came to mind but this was so much worst because it was happening to me!!!!! and my two towels, all the beddind, my legs, my dress, everything was covered in it and i of course started to sob uncontrolably because it was the worst thing i couldpossibly think of happening.....after calming down a little bit, cleaning myself off, and the ground as best as i could....i did one of the most difficult, embarrassing, energy draining things i've ever done...I went down slowly to talk to the french guy, explain what happened and ask for a new room. He was very nice about it, luckily there was another one...i lost my deposit on the first of course but again got a 2nd blanket for the 2nd room...............and that experience, awful as it was, might be the best one i had in Thailand...which will probably mean it will be a long time before i come back.
Anyway, a quick summary now of since then: took a ferry/bus duo to Bangkok which was awful of course (made me actually think longingly of sleeper buses of Vietnam), got a lovely big bump on the head that had me seeing stars when i hit my head on the metal window frame of the bus as we went over a bump...had a taxi ride at 5 in the morning where the taxi driver didnt know where my hotel was,kept taking me to seedy hotels and asking them if they knew, noone knew, finally get the address off the internet, and of course during this time, keeps upping the price...but i stick to my guns, give him what i initially said i would and then walk in quickly with the doorman...check in to a nice hotel on my last night and spendthe entire day yesterday in bed.
I honestly cant wait to go to France, I hope my stomach and bowels will be better soon because i cant wait to eat something good.
xoxoxoxxoo