International travel sounds so easy. Find an overseas destination, land an agreeable airfare and jet for adventure. But oh what a pain in the ass it can be sometimes.
It took around 24 hours from the moment I set out from my house in Seattle until my taxi pulled up at my hotel in the Sukhumvit section of Bangkok. Only 24 hours to traverse 14 time zones. On the other hand it’s quite uneventful, long stretches of sleepless boredom punctuated by an occasional meal, an announcement in Korean from the cockpit (I flew Asiana) or a screaming child. It would help if I could sleep on a plane but for I simply can’t.
I awoke at dawn and hit the soi to see the local street food vendors selling breakfast to the locals: