I flew back to Bangkok feeling mostly refreshed and ready to bring in the new year. As soon as I check into my hotel in Patpong, I head straight for my favourite restaurant in Bangkok called Dubai in Sukhumvit Soi 4. The staff recognise me and make me smile instantly. I can’t begin to describe how nice it feels to be in the familiar.
I take a seat, order shisha and start people watching. It’s not long before I make a new friend which is visiting from Dubai. He’s Palestinian and is in Bangkok for work. I share with him stories of my adventures in the UAE and he laughs as I describe my naive experiences in Dubai and Abu Dhabi. In what seems the blink of an eye, it’s 4am and the restaurant is closing. We exchange numbers and I head back to the hotel.
One thing about being a solo traveller, and someone who lives alone back home… it can sometimes be hours before you actually need to use your voice. When I wake up, I still feel a bit sick but think nothing of it. I head out in search of breakfast, attempt to place my order and realise that I’ve lost my voice. It’s beyond hoarse, it’s practically non existant. I can’t help but laugh, but even that is barely audible. Thankfully the pharmacies in Bangkok have English subtitles, unlike that time in Vietnam when I ended up with spicy ginger lozenges which I assumed were lemon or honey flavour
One of the reasons for coming back to Bangkok was to meet with a friend I met the year before when I was first in Bangkok. I met a man in a club who I ended up spending an incredible evening with… which was followed by another incredible evening… since we first met, we’ve stayed in touch via text and the occasional video chat. I missed him, I missed the moments we shared and I wondered if there was still something between us. But more than that, I think I just missed seeing a familiar face.
After medicating myself with a concoction of mystery drugs and treating myself to a massage n mani pedi, and doing a little fake designer handbag shopping, I get dressed up for new years eve. As I’m waiting for my friend to arrive, I get chatting to someone at the bar outside my hotel. I’m less than interested in his banter and am easily distracted by seeing a what I thought was a woman bending over to fix err her shoe, only to see far more than I bargained for and quickly realise that I’m not looking at a woman after all.
My friend arrives and we head out in search of a good spot to see the fireworks. I convince him to go on a giant ferris wheel which has some of the best views and is a beautiful atmosphere. I wish this moment was romantic but instead I’m stuffing my handbag with dirty tissues and I feel like death. We join the crowd and countdown the new year, watching some of the most incredible fireworks I’ve ever seen in my life. After 5 minutes or so, he asks if we can leave because it sounds like war.
This night didn’t go quite as I’d planned, but it was beautiful nonetheless. I’m grateful for the friends I’ve made and the opportunities that 2015 may bring. More than that, I’m so happy to see this person again.