After one last beer on the Silver Home balcony I caught a ninety minute flight to Delhi, waited eight hours during which a fellow traveler and I told each other our life stories, then flew the final 4 1/2 hours to Bangkok (I found the in-flight entertainment, Where The Wild Things Are, oddly affecting) arriving at 7am.
I got out of the taxi at the right location (always a minor victory) and woke up the young woman sleeping on the bar that serves as a lobby for The Overstay. "I have a booking...?"
"Fourth Floor." She managed, and laid back down.
I walked through several hallways and empty rooms decorated with strange slogans and hippie paintings and found the fourth floor to be filled with sleeping travelers. No bed appeared vacant. I asked a departing westerner and he told me to grab a mattress, currently lying on the dusty floor and take a bunk. I looked with skepticism at the door tacked to a plywood frame that served as the only free "bunk", tested the climb, and curled up on the floor instead.
After a few hours of sleeping off my jet lag, I ate a fantastic breakfast, took the wrong bus and ended up on the far side of town, took another bus, eventually found Khaosan Road where I quickly located a travel agent and booked a night tourist-bus north for Chiang Mai, leaving tomorrow. This town is nice sometimes, but I'm not in the mood at the moment.
That would leave anyone not "in the mood."
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