Bangkok, Khao San Rd, hot, as I sit alone four stories high above the hustle and bustle of Khao San road, I realise I don’t need it any more, i’m not I hope reliant on it for fun and returning a little earlier than expected but with no money and no one to call I have little choice but to leave and the people don’t mind a good stare, fair enough a couple of looks but not just the whole time, and the kids seem so scared until you smile, wave or say hello, but i’m looking forward to meeting friends again, who I can relax with, i’m so close and to see my baby again will be really good.
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In the Garden of Solitude
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