That time we went to Bangkok…
I will be off on my long anticipated trip in less than 3 weeks – and I cannot wait. The idea of white and blue beaches in a foreign country sounds heavenly to me.
I’m pedantic about packing long before I fly. I have lists. Sorted lists. The kind that would have most of my friends running for the hills. Lists that tell me how many shirts and how many pairs of socks I should take. (My husband thinks I am crazy with my lists, but I have never heard him complain about having enough clothes!)
This time my list is short. It tells me I can take 5 bikinis and just 1 set of clothes with 2 sarongs. Live is hard when you can pack that light for 2 weeks!
I love to pack my bags and get a passport stamp somewhere. My husband, not so much.
When he said he always wanted to go to Asia somewhere and that we should go, I had to pick myself up from the floor. I took this opportunity and booked flights to Phuket before he could change his mind.
A few days later his fears of traveling to a place where they will cut his toes and fingers bubbled to the surface – thanks to the movie HOSTEL. Lucky I had the foresight to book 7 days at a 4 star hotel right on Patong Beach… the rest of the 13 day stay… we will wing it.