Bangkok

Warning: Still jet lagged. 

After the most turbulent plane ride in history, I arrived in Bangkok amidst a downpour and a wall of humidity; normal weather for October. Watching my cab driver navigate I’m certain the only test needed to obtain a license in Thailand resembles something like the game Frogger. It would appear there are no rules or reason to navigate the road except to do your best not to hit the scooter stacked with five people wearing trash bags to thwart the rain.

Running on four hours of sleep I drifted through the first day of orientation at the Louis Tavern hotel with the 80 other wannabe teachers. After our teaching lessons we hit the streets in search of food and cocktails.

Cocktails came in the form of a 3-liter tube of beer (which cost about $11). We drained three of them. What do you get when you combine 9 liters of beer with jet lagged Americans who don’t speak Thai? Crazy idiots running around the street trying to not get bitten by rabid dogs (which are every five feet) and trying to not stare at the child prostitute outside the 7/11 (7/11s can also be found ever five feet). This city is nuts.