It really is a strange feeling, knowing the very curves, angles, aesthetics of your body are an offence, a cause of embarrassment.
The transient nature of traveling life is both selfish and self-harming. Ambition slowly gnaws away at connections, affections.
“I feel like we hit that lorry and we’re now just continuing in an alternate life…”
To friends, strangers, family, strangers who could become friends, and the rest; here’s a quick download of all things recent.
A positive, devilish cheekiness welcomed us straight into the cute home in the quiet neighbourhood on the outskirts of Chiang Mai’s hustle and bustle.