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Musings from Pai

This is my current view....IMG_2300.jpg

Pai is beautiful and chilled out and not a place conductive to thinking too much..so instead of me actually using my brain and writing here is a collection of things that I've come up with over the last few months that I've called 'You know you're a traveller when'

- When you know your passport number and expiry but not your phone number
-When hot water is worth getting excited about
- When getting blankets on buses is the height of luxury
-When you know the date but not what day of the week it is
-When wifi = antisocial to the max
-When clean clothes makes you happy
- When sharing rooms with people you have known for 5mins is the norm
-When you pull money out of your pocket and you're not quite sure what currency it is
-When you have the same conversation with everyone you meet (1. How long have you been travelling? 2. where have you been? 3.where are you going?)
- And you don't know their name till 3 days later
-When you realise you will never convert people who call soccer, football to call it soccer
- When being around people smoking no longer bothers you at all
-When you start to get picky about visiting temples to avoid getting further 'templed out'....it has to be a pretty amazing temple
-When you realise you know Bangkoks mass transport system better than Melbourne's
-And that you call it a mass transport system
-When you embrace constantly dirty feet because flip flops are too dam comfy
-And you start to instinctively call them flip flops to avoid offending the majority of travellers that aren't Australian

Stay smiling xx

Posted by isabellepurcell 00:42

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So true! :)

I remember feeling very excited at the prospect of ironing my clothes once in a hostel in Auckland after having spent 7 months around South America.

The dirty feet thing is an oddly comforting thing to me. Can't explain it. I live in flip-flops!

Happy travels Isabelle

by samsara_

Can I include:

When the people you meet are offensive toward your home country yet you somehow relate more to them than most people in your home country. ;)

by BBates24

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