Driven

"I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life"

Sometimes I think that Bangkok is just one big road; the road I take to work every day and passes through all sorts of buildings - some bigger than others but all somehow reaching for the sky.

The road to the house of the student I teach French to on Saturday mornings - he lives in a really great place on the outskirts of Bangkok; I particularly enjoy being driven through the lake nearby while staring at the beautiful lotus flowers.

The road to the Thai immigration service, which I took twice this week. The second visit was a successful one, which definitely made me feel relieved on the way back to the city centre.

The road to the Portuguese Embassy, which was very supportive when I requested extra documentation to submit to the Thai authorities.

The road to the airport, which I took in order to change the date of my flight back to Europe. On the way back I met Pete, a cool Australian dude who turned out to be the only person I know who actually hates New York City. He told me that he will try and have an orange suit tailor made - not too shabby, is it? Shortly after we got to Phaya Thai, he took off in a taxi; and I hit the road again...

"This is our decision, to live fast and die young

We've got the vision, now let's have some fun"