The arrival of Julio San-Chen
We are still on Koh Chang. We bus back to Bangkok on September 27th, a place I'm not entirely fond of, and take another flight down to Jakarta, Indonesia on September 30th at 6 a.m. Bangkok time.
We're visiting Chatuchak Weekend Market in Bangkok which, really, is a ridiculous venture. It is apparently impossible to see every stall/shop in one day or even one weekend. It is also said, that you're able to buy anything you want there. I thought this to be an ignorant comment. I asked if I could buy a monkey there and I was looked at like I was an idiot. I figured I'd received the look because that's such a ridiculous request. I felt that a stupid question was warranted after such a stupid comment. "Of course you cant buy ANYTHING there," I thought.
But... It turns out he was looking at me as if I were dense because you CAN, in-fact, purchase a monkey there. Blasphemous I say!
Expect me to come home with Julio San-Chen the Monkey. (I've always been jealous of Cam Norris-Jones' double last name so... Also, don't tell Jennie, she gets mad at things for no reason.)
Jennie gets to shop until her hands bleed from handling too much money, and I get to trail behind her, most likely pouting, carrying all of her newly aquired items. I will be sweating like a &(%^$# (censored for grandparent eyes). Luckily, I will have Julio San-Chen hiding in my backpack, feeding me trail mix and water. He's so smart.
I have to go now. I owe a beach volleyball team some beers. I had no support on my team. Euro's should stick to Futbol.
Take care while I'm away. I miss you all, please write me whenever possible.