Theres so much that happened this past week and yet for the first time on this trip I stopped keeping the mental journal with perfect notes. I got lost in a great time with a good person and instead of a day to day blog what I have in a my head is a giant memory of a week than seemed to blend perfectly together. This time I cared and it showed. I lost track of time, pictures, and the blog. So much happened that I want to share and yet this time I feel like doing so isn't right. So much of it runs into her personal life her having a BF already due back on the 16th ( Said too much already ) and with me staying at her apt for a week theres no much that doesn't feel that way. I've wrote the text for this whole post already yet I'm not sure if I want to post it. Would mean throwing myself out there emotionally a bit aswell as I really grew to care for her. For now I'm just going to throw up the pictures and maybe if I change my mind add the text tomorrow.


          *** changes my mind and posted it, might disappear though again ***

       Took me a while to get this all caught up but I'm happy its completely up to date again. Reason for delay being after going to gullivers after the kings birthday I stayed rather late and ended up talking to someone I'd seen in there before but never said anything. We got to talking about each other and soon the stories unfolded about her boyfriend back in england and how she'd lived there for a few years with a ex husband. I wondered a bit how her english was so good. Stayed at the bar until about 2 am before getting some late night eats at mcdonalds and heading back the her apt.

      The first morning involved running over to my guesthouse in the morning since I was due to check out but wasn't even sleeping there. Paid for a night again for a place to keep my things but in my head I had a feeling I'd be moving my things soon. 
      
       Within a couple days I had checked out and was living at her place until whenever but before the 16th when her BF came home. This entire thing was so different but yet all too familiar unfortunatley. Getting myself into situations as the other person too common. However everything about her was new to me. She had a wealthy boyfriend but was wealthy herself with a few shops in the city and a rather nice apt in the very expensive khao san area. I may not have known what to make of the situation now but each coming day put me more and more into a blissful state of living moment by moment.

       The days that followed are fresh in my head but yet they blend together to make on giant memory rather than something I can blog about day by day. My daily routine started to take on a local feel with mornings that began at 6am and getting a cheap local breakfast and catching the morning breeze before returning home to sleep again. Afternoons where usually quiet with walks around the park or with movies stalling time unitl the evening came to head out to a friends restaurant or to gullivers for drinks in the evening. While every day was different it was the overall routine that one would associate with living here that really grew on me. Got to know some of her friends really well especially B who worked as a server at a restaurant of khao san rd. We visited there for a couple beers just to say hello almost every night and it a pleasant stop on the way home.

     There were some major highlights of coarse that made each day unique even if the small things have blended together. Early in the week after a walk in the park we took a ferry across the river to a local BBQ style restaurant where mini coal grills are put on every table and a buffet of raw meat is at your disposal to cook yourself right at your table. The place was incredible and sizzling of everyones grill and the smells of all too much food only added to the fun. The day the BBQ theme continued only this time it was at home. Ordered a kilo of fresh prawns and shellfish and cooked an unbelievable ammount of cheap seafood slowly over the grill all night soaking in the air eating over a period of 2 hours. Everyone from the apts next door seemed to join in making it feel like a real communal dinner.

       A few days later things when things could have easily started to feel boring a friend of Poms called and wanted her to go upstairs and play cards. What I found when I went up there was a room full of post op ladyboys playing rummy for small bets. Very interesting to watch Pom play and chat with her every time I felt like all eyes where on me.

Getting ready for some pool and drinks at gullivers. 

      Leaving this morning sucked. Short period of time but when neither one of you are working and spend every hour together for a week things move fast. Sucked for two reasons really. One is that it was a great time and I care and leaving was a bit hard. But the second is that I know in a few days when I'm having fun the whole thing will move to the back on my head and for the most part ill forget all about it. A few phone calls will happen before I get annoyed at the complications of the whole thing and stop picking up. I got issues.