My final days in Perth were rough. I went through a very rough breakup as a result of some very difficult decisions: I now understand why so many people have massive apprehensions about moving in together- I think it´s a privilege that needs to be earned with time. Lesson learned hopefully.
I then went on yet another rampage through Thailand - I hit up Koh Phangnan and Phi Phi again but this time I did a marathon journey up to Laos. I was inspired by my friend Peter the last time I was at full moon and went the joker make-up for the full moon party. I was planning on having it on just for the first couple of hours and then changing to something a little more low key but I was having so much fun messing with people that I couldn´t resist keeping it up. I was having crowds of people coming up to me wanting their picture taken, I was having hordes of travelers shouting "why so serious?" and enjoying myself a little too much messing with people who were clearly messed up on a number of substances. One poor Swedish guy was reduced to tears up at mushroom mountain when I creepily stared at him like some kind of child´s play doll possessed by daemons. I felt a twinge of guilt that made me leave that particular bar.My trip from Phi Phi to Laos was a hellish nightmare of Thai-travel pain. In the past I have made my way around Thailand by plane. Considerably more expensive but quick and comfortable. I was swayed by a few Canadian guys that I was traveling with and decided to go the cheaper option by bus. It was of course just then that my body decided it had had enough and it was time to go into a feverish stomach-bug coma. To avoid the gritty details I will just say that a Thai bus is not somewhere you want to be violently running for the bathroom.
A brief stay in Bangkok and then another nightmare bus ride up to Laos. Thankfully I had pumped myself with so many drugs that the fever etc had subsided although this only slightly lessed the pain of the 14 hour bus ride to Vien Vieng. Once I arrived I knew I was in the right place. Riverside bars with rope swings and tubes allowed for a 4 day beach party that I wished would never end. But like all good things it did come to an end and one more horrible travel experience awaited me. An exact repeat of the same bus ride back to Bangkok coupled with a much more severe hangover, nothing to look forward to and much more time spent at the boarder made my arrival at Bangkok airport a blurry haze of pain. At least I only had 17 hours before my plane took off. I considered getting a hotel room for the day and sleeping it off but as I had made a significant dent in my finances I decided to sit it out at the airport. I decision I will regret for a long, long time.
It was then on to Stockholm to meet up with my work buddies from Hard Rock and celebrate my birthday with my old roommate from Åre, Joel. Damn it´s cold in Sweden. I had to pack pretty light in terms of clothing because of my excessive amount of winter gear (snowboard clothes, not going out in the city clothes) so my clothing options were limited. Luckily Joel came through and lent me a jacket here and there so I didn´t freeze to death and managed to look half respectable in the process. We´re on our way out in this picture and decided to do the real Stockholm thing and go Stekare (Sweden´s way of saying fancy-boy style). Last time I was in Stockholm I rode a Segway around the world´s biggest indoor Segway track (somehow I think there aren´t many of these because it wasn´t all that big) I told Joel all about it and we got a few drinks into us and went for it. To our horror the place had closed down and there was some clothing store in it´s place. Shattered...
I twisted Joel´s rubber arm a couple of times to fire up a few days in a row and we got up to some crazy shenanigans around town. Good times? Yes. Segway good times? No.From there it was all abord the train up to Åre again. Now that we´re caught up to date it´s time to look at the season so far...
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