Once more BACK IN BANGKOK!

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I’m back in Bangkok. I know. I know. Didn’t I simply leave? Is it true or not that I wasn’t simply living in Taipei? A lot of things can actually change very quickly. I’ve been here for about fourteen days, and in spite of my longing to be useful, that hasn’t occurred at this point. I mistakenly stayed right close to the best and most well-known home base in Bangkok (basically for my companions)—Modest Charlies. I’ve been remaining at Suk 11, right across the road. If you’re in Bangkok and looking for reasonable, centrally located, and spotless lodging, this is the place to be. It’s possibly the most relaxing place I’ve ever stayed. It’s made of teak wood, and there are a lot of plants all over, making a pleasant, regular inclination in a city that doesn’t feel normal by any means.
Since it’s right close to my number one watering hole, I wound up getting back home from supper every evening and being continually hauled in for a beverage by my companions. There have been three occasions in Thailand over the most recent two weeks, so many individuals have been going on vacation, and the bar’s been overflowing with individuals every evening. The previous evening’s disappearing party simply added to the franticness. One beverage effectively transforms into three or four, which normally lands me back in bed around 4 a.m.

Taiwan is missing the mark on parts of what I like about places in Asia: decent nightlife, pilfered films, great, modest road food, and bunches of tropical islands to visit. I’ve gone through around 10 motion pictures this week alone. I’ve been eating Thai road food at every opportunity I get. I’ve truly missed it, particularly the pork noodle soup that must be found when the road slows down in the country. Its delicious pork and new noodles are my backbones for a speedy, modest, and filling feast. I’ve been visiting my favorite cafés and finding old friends. Being back in Bangkok has caused me to acknowledge how much I love it and how I’ll always be unable to leave completely. From the moment I stepped off the plane, I felt like I was home. The wildness, the scents, the groups, the traffic, the contamination, the road food—it was all so ameliorating and invigorating.

Bangkok is like that for every one of us. It holds you, and you can never completely leave. You can escape for brief periods of time, but you’ll always return. There’s a habit-forming thing about this city. Perhaps it’s the contamination in the air, but whatever it is, you can’t leave. My companion, Natalie, left a year prior and has come back multiple times since. My friends have informed me that they will no longer attend my disappearance parties because they know I will return in a few months.

There are heaps of urban communities you live in and love and return to visit, yet I feel that with Bangkok, individuals return on a more regular basis. I really feel as such about Thailand overall. Everybody I meet who’s been here can’t wait to return, and they typically do. This city simply grabs and sucks you in.

Bangkok is a vortex, and if you stay here sufficiently long, you can get sucked in and never leave. Everybody I know who’s been here longer than a few years says they won’t ever leave. They can’t adapt to living elsewhere. The absurdity of the city is extraordinary, and once you’re used to it, no one else notices it.

I ended my long-term stay in Bangkok in January. I’ve spent more than a couple of months here, and I feel lost and excessively sucked into that vortex. Be that as it may, being back here makes me want to return home and endure a shot of some strong stuff. Also, similar to any great fiend, I can’t be away from my medication for an excessively long period of time. Anything longer than a couple of months, and I go through serious withdrawal. Coming back here, despite being bad for my liver, recharges my batteries. Furthermore, with this visit, I realized that no matter how far I go, no matter where I go, and no matter how much I try to get away, Bangkok will always have a hold on me. Furthermore, I’ll get back to it to get my fix.

Certain individuals live in urban areas and continue to stay there forever. Not me. I won’t ever be liberated from this city.

However, I never need to be at that point again.

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