I regret nothing. Except accidentally washing my passport when I got back home from all the trips. We went to Pattaya and Phuket on separate trips to visit students interning at various hotels. Met a lot of cool people and saw a lot of crazy things.
I got what seemed to be food poisoning in Pattaya, possibly from a beloved plate of seafood rad na, but who knows? Food poisoning happens (for me, every five years or so), and the culprit is not always clear. I took off for the Phuket trip still feeling nauseous. On the plane from Don Muang to Phuket, we sat in back of a foreign family that smelled of a wet horse stall at a glue factory. They spoke French and slapped the shit out of their kid when she got scared at takeoff. I made up my mind, right then and there, to vomit on the back of the father’s head if I couldn’t keep it down. I kept turning greener and greener (as did the people around me), but held it down. But best believe I was standing up before we were fully stopped and running off that plane…
The adventures on road trips make life worth living.