City of angels

The heat strikes you instantly as you come out from the airport. It fills your lungs with a heavy mixture of air, moisture and pollution. On your skin it feels like you are covered with warm rags all over. You get used to it fairly quickly but come across an air-conditioned area and you are in for the same treatment over and over...

I took a bus from the airport directly to Khao San road. "The" traveller centre of South-East Asia. Signed myself in to a fairly nice hostel (had a bed, always a plus) and mainly went to bed somewhere around 7pm local time. I couldn't really sleep on the airplane and the four hour time difference seems to have taken its toll on me.

Last night I just grabbed some Pad Thai from a street vendor, bought some water from a local 7-eleven and wandered around the local streets and alleyways until I got lost. Got a bit more systematic and in a truly masculine fashion found myself back on my own. Best hour ever spent for a five-minute walk...

I am still totally unaware of the time. It tells me on the screen that it's around 4:14 pm but I feel like I would be ready for the bed soon. It's around noon in Finland, but it feels like 10pm. Hello jetlag.