First Impressions of Bangkok: supah bombity bomb bomb digs.

And so it begins:  no shower, no backpack, no plans, and a lot of neon pink taxis.  I couldn't be more stoked, neon pink is totally my color.  The fact that we still haven't gotten our backpacks is a minor grievance that is easily forgotten by our very first Thai breakfast, an awesome combination of god-only-knows-what.  Pretty sure I broke veg, the first of many times I'm sure.  Marcelle and I are now contemplating our next move and the complete feeling of freedom is not lost on me.  It still blows my mind that we can go wherever and do whatever the hell we want.  Do we want to head north for a bit of culutre or make our way down south to party on the beaches?  Obviously anyone that knows us knows we picked the latter, and so we are off on a bus this evening (hopefully) to the sunny beaches (hopefully) of Ko Pha-ngan (I think).  I have visions of crystal water, mojitos, sex gods with shoulder-length hair, and excellent food.  And the fact that the Cranberries are being played right now is fucking wonderful.  And everything is fucking wonderful.  My life is fucking wonderful.  I am so unbelievably lucky it's dumb.  Updates to come on the regs.