I wrote an entire post about BKK and it got wiped out and I’m eeretayted because there was quite abit of text there and I was in school and supposed to be at work and then I got to looking at pasat thai phrases and trying to remember bitsandpieces about december days and Chiang Rai and in the middle of mulling it over everything got deleted.

Ohbother.

I dare say that BKK will be different this time. It is a funnysortoffeeling knowing I’m returning to the land that had in one way or another stuffed its roots into the soles of my shoes. Most of the time, I feel inadequate trying to talk about how/what/ was encountered or felt or experienced back then. (                    ) Filling  in blanks.

A good type of different because I feel like I’m (re)turning back time. Strangely as I try to extract the knowledge I have slash had of that place, it appears in muddled forms. Cloudy. Even my pasat thai needs work and I doubt I can make my way through town and the rot dtit, the crazy traffic, with as much confidence as I had along the muddylanes dustypavements of wiean kean. My tongue will turn twisted and I will forget the nuances and inflections and the way to pronounce sentences in the limitedthai i know so that a native can understand.