November 4th 2015: Of all the days when it's pissing it down and there's a strike, my umbrella decides to suddenly break, and crumple, with my head trapped inside GOOD MORNING
Tag: post-erasmus
Krung Thep Has Us Now
I’ve never cried after leaving a place as much as here. I don’t think that will change. Krung Thep Mahanakhon Amon Rattanakosin Mahinthara Ayuthaya Mahadilok Phop Noppharat Ratchathani Burirom Udomratchaniwet Mahasathan Amon Piman Awatan Sathit Sakkathattiya Witsanukam Prasit , best known as Bangkok to you, me, and the rest of the world, is not some…
‘Nit Noi’
Two little utterances that have brought me more shame than anything else in my twenty two years. The amount of times I have used this phrase is beyond the point of embarrassing, and every time I do, a half smile and awkward silence proceeds, whilst memories flood back of missed opportunities and that familiar feeling…