Fili’s world

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Of all places in Bangkok… I’ve ‘been’ there before, she hasn’t, and inspite of hearing what I felt about that place she decided that this place is the last shopping she wants to do in Bangkok. No problems…

Once again, it was different. Last time I was here, it was us two males wondering the night market of Patpong, searching for what British Andrew was going to sell next when he gets back to England. We were always surrounded by Bangkokians following us around with big signs of “Pingpong show” while screaming “don’t like, you leave” “cheap cheap” “you try, you like”. But wondering around with a gal… they knew that she’s the big boss and that she’s the one to decide whether we go inside or not so it was pretty quiet and I wasn’t even approached by any of those numbered miss-universe-dressed-up call girls. At last, I could wonder around comfortably with no pressure of needing to hold off all that was going on around me and was able to see what was going on. Best thing, ofcourse, was that I had Mhoi with me as company.

Now that she’s back to Holland, I hate to admit that every time I part with someone that I spent more than a couple of hours with I get a little down. I remember a good book that I’ve read just before leaving Israel (Link) that had a letter written by someone that was traveling South America who wrote to his best friend that (free memory translation) – “There’s a big secret that people traveling around for a long time would not write about back home to their family and friends. Yeah, you get to meet a lot of people and do lots of neat stuff, but what most people don’t realize is that every one that you meet you’re bound to part from. At first, you don’t mind too much, but after a few people and goodbyes you start wondering if you want to go through the whole process again just to say farewell at the end… “. Yep, that just might be true.

(My only picture from this Bangkok visit …)

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