There’s always something that eventually breaks you in a new country, and it’s a very clear moment. It’s that day where you just stop for a second, and you think, this is supposed to be easy! Why do I live here?! Why oh why did we choose this life?! I’m not sure what it was in London – maybe the day that I realized it was pitch black outside at 4pm, and that it was going to be that way for a few months – but it became very clear on Monday what it would be for me here in Bangkok: taxis. Not having to dodge a minefield of dog poop and dead roaches every morning on the walk to work, not the motorcycles that drive on the sidewalk and try to run you over, not the people that start pushing you towards the door on the train before it even stops, not the 90 degree, 90% humidity that we’re having in “cool” season – nope, none of that. The taxis did it.
Embassy Bangkok rocked it last night. The marine balls are known to be a ton of fun, and this year’s did not disappoint (we may or may not still be recovering.). We love going to these birthday balls – it’s a really nice way to say thank you to the marines for everything they do, to celebrate with them, and to get all warm and fuzzy proud-American.