Bangkok Hospital Visit

Arriving back in Thailand with just one day before I flew out to Burma I suddenly began to worry about my right leg and foot. I now had a series of cuts, bites and incisions that had swelled, were pussing and were very sore. The original cut from the rope-swing at Vang Viang had still not healed, I had three mosquito bites that I had scratched and seemed to be growing by the day, a big cut on the top of my foot from smashing it on a rock swimming in Ko Tao, and a small but widening hole on my big toe that was producing a substantial amount of pus and was now really painful to walk on, that I had got standing on a piece of coral in Ko Phangan.

Yangon: Around The World Without A Plane

Yangon: Around The World Without A Plane

Despite the amount of times I’ve flown in the past it felt a little weird getting on a plane again, especially on this particular trip. I had a 7:15am flight so left my hotel at 5am to get a taxi to the airport. I’m simply not a very good morning person, I didn’t take well to rising at this time, and things just kept getting worse. For starters Air Asia had a remarkably big checking-in line, and then when I did eventually get to the check-in desk, my bags were so heavy that they charged me thirty something pounds to take all my luggage. After weighing my bags it appears I’m wearing over half my own body weight on the top half of my torso. Almost 40kg worth of baggage – ridiculous. I’m supposed to be backpacking, but I feel like I’m training to become a Himalayan Sherpa.