Eventually, we had to say farewell to Kevin, leave Chiang Mai, take the train back to Bangkok and get ready to repatriate.
It’s a really strange feeling to return to a massive “foreign” city like Bangkok and have it seem familiar. The same old train station, which by this point we had routed through enough (three times) that we knew which vendor sold the cheapest croissants. The same skyline and smells, the same busses and taxis and touts. This time, we stayed near Chinatown and got to explore a different section of the city.
One afternoon, Alicia heard a familiar-sounding jangle and met Khun Thorn, the banjo player for a Thai bluegrass band called the Blue Mountain Boys. We already knew that there was a Thai cowboy subculture, I guess we shouldn’t have been surprised that Thai bluegrass was a thing, too.
The day came to leave. We spent a total of two months in Thailand and had come to love it. But after 11 months away, it was time to go home. Well, almost. One more major world city to add to the list…