I hate Bangkok! Literally, hate it. I feel intimidated and scared by all those people, cars and noise. People are not nice here. Since I have arrived only one local smiled at me. One!! In Chiang Mai everyone smiles. This is not the Land of Smiles they advertise on TV.

I have been here a couple of times before and I liked it. I didn’t love it, but I didn’t hate it like I do now. Mind you, I haven’t been out of Chiang Mai area for almost a year. This is something unusual for me. I sometimes had an urge to go away and change location, but that happened only a couple of times and lasted only a second.

Now, when I am finally travelling – a thing that I like to do the most in my life – I just want to go back home. ‘Home’ meaning my lovely Chiang Mai, where my friends are, and my flat is, and where I can drive my scooter everywhere, and where I don’t have to take train, nor stand in a queue to the taxi boat in 40 degrees heat.

This has never happened to me before. I never wanted to go back to London when I was on holiday. Strange…Is it possible that I can finally call a place a home?
The only thing is…Like my relationship with HIM, my relationship with Chiang Mai has an expiry date, too.

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