I Miss My Best Friend
Bangkok, Thailand
What I love about travelling with your best friend is this: you can wake up in a cheap hotel room, you can eat breakfast in the same vegan cafe as every morning, you can walk in 30+ heat to a temple you know nothing about, you can drink sugary drinks that stain your tongue pink and green, you can risk life and limb crossing even the smallest of streets, you can stuff your face with enough yellow curry to make you sick, you can wander the raucous alleys near Khao San and avoid all the boys (even the cute ones), you can spend your last baht on the more expensive beer just because you prefer the taste, you can laugh with your whole body, your whole heart, you can have some of the best days of your life without even trying.
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