I’m the guy that never came back. I’ve heard that story a few times now and I still find it surreal to hear people tell it. I’m the guy that went halfway around the world to drive a tuk-tuk across India into Nepal and somehow, found himself trekking through Southeast Asia. Then just decided to stay.
One year ago, travel weary after 5 months of avoiding police shake-downs in India (not to mention oncoming traffic), wandering around the jungles of Southeast Asia (concrete or otherwise), from overnight bus to overstuffed cabs, traveling under leaky air conditioning vents or in the midst of ritual mass vomiting, from having my tuk-tuk hijacked to heading into a typhoon rather than away from it, all while lugging about a ginormous backpack, I decided to take a break from the madness and set up shop in the City of Krung Thep. Bangkok.
One year later, I finally know how to get around the city and where to get the best Pad See Ewe in town. The best Thai iced-tea. I have favorite Indian restaurant and a favorite live music joint. I’m still perplexed about some of the cultural differences I encounter and I’m still trying to figure out what the deal is with all the different colored cabs. And every now and then, I’ll tug along my XTi and keep beating the crap out of it.
Posted by R. 
