My last week in Thailand was spent in Bangkok, which is, according to Lonely Planet, the cookiest capitol on earth. Malin stayed for two days before she had to get on a plane back to Sweden, so we checked out the malls, got cheap hair cuts, roamed around Khao San and went to see the Reclining Buddah (sleeping, 42m long).
After Malin left I met Taya (to some of you Rita or Cream), who I hadn’t seen since we left North Carolina in 06. She invited me to stay at her house, so I packed up my stuff and left not-so-nice Khao San (probably not for good though). Hanging out with Taya for a few days was really fun, and for the last 40something hours busy law-studying Tawan skipped school to chill with us as well.Hanging out with Taya and Tawan made me like Bangkok a lot more than I had from arriving in the Khao San area and not getting the very best first impression. Taya took me to the weekend market one day, and I think anyone who have been there before will understand that it is now my main reason for going back to Bangkok (+ of course visiting Taya and Tawan again, and having some of the delicious thai bbq I miss oh so much). We spent the nights in nice little botique cafès, we found a blues bar, and an arabic garden where they had huge pillows, waterpipes and really good bagels.
I actually grew to like Bangkok a lot, and I had such a good time those last days I really didn’t want to leave.
I came home on June 24th, but after 5 days I packed up, and together with a group of good friends I headed for Denmark and the Roskilde festival, where we stayed for a week, listening to great bands and music, dancing, singing, drinking and soaking up the sun that shone bright every day but the last one. It was such a good week, seeing Radiohead from 300 feet away, Duffy, Grinderman, Neil Young, SOLOMON BURKE, Jose Gonzales and the funky Black Seeds, among others. Just hanging out in the world of Roskilde. I’m definitely going back next summer.
Right now I’m living up the mountain, and it’s kinda like a working holiday. Days here are lazy, nights are not. I’m enjoying it. Laying in the grass reading, enjoying the sun and the smell of the ground, spending time with good friends/colleagues hanging out at the view tower, or the roof, listening to music and watching the sunset, biking, making tea, painting and decorating the shitty rooms we have up here. Hiking, or just going on walks with no real destination. Life is good up here when it’s summer.
