It’s 6 am

It is, as I feared,  that Francis is a superior traveller than I. After our nearly 24 hour plane journey and +14 hour time difference, we arrived in Bangkok around midnight local time last night.  Resisting the urge to immediately start ingesting curry and street foods, we went to sleep. After approximately 3.5 hours of slumber, I awoke at 4:30 am wide eyed and bushy tailed. I suppressed my morning spring and attempted to sleep longer. I laid restless until 5:30, and decided to sit in the reception area downstairs while Francis, seemingly unaffected by the jet lag, slept until a respectable hour. I envy her fatigue.

I sat in the reception less than a minute, and took myself for a small lap around the block. Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to report, that before 6 am in Bangkok, food carts are assembling in the streets and preparing fried chicken. I’m nervous to wander too far and alert Francis when she wakes, but I want everyone to know that it’s 6 am and I have already received a massage and am now eating red curry, soaking in some humidity, watching the street gradually become populated.