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Are you sure it's Thursday the 13th and not Friday the 13th?

so, this morning started well, woke early, finished my sorting/packing for 2 separate trips, had breakfast, hostel called a cab to take me to the station, handed back room card, towel and locker key, got deposit back. Off to the station I go.

20 minutes into the 9.5 hour train journey I start wondering where is my bag of fruit for the journey, my clothes for tomorrow, my spare medication and my PASSPORT?? I know where, in the bl.... locker in the hostel, whoops!

Get off at the next stop, wait in the searing heat for the (very much delayed) train back to Bangkok, whoops.

Rush back to the hostel, all gear still in locker, no point or time to do planned adventure north east so ask to book 2 more nights: sorry we're full, whoops.

Back into the centre, dive into a Starbucks for tea, bun and wifi. Get served and start tea and bun, but obviously they're having trouble with their wifi, whoops.

Try to hook another hostel, wretched wifi system keeps going down so seem to have ended up booking for 4 people, whoops.

Rush back to station thinking I'd lose today's ticket, could get a refund on tomorrow night's and bring Saturday's forward 2 days, no chance, Train south today fully booked, whoops.

Cheer me up dinner did cheer me up, no whoops needed for that.

Off to the river to take a consolation Orange boat up to the furthest north, ah, they stop running at 7pm, whoops.

Now in a new hostel counting my mozzie bites and reflecting on the very red to the point of scarlet light district I seem to be in, whoops, well never mind, tomorrow is thankfully another day.

It's jolly exciting this flashpacking malarkey as you can tell!


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