When traveling from country to country and city to city, there are those times when you stumble upon a particular place and, for some unexplainable reason, instantly feel an overwhelming sense of peace, connection and “My oh my, I could live here”. Ayutthaya is not one of those places.
We have no idea where we are right now. Three days here and still no clue. We don't know the name of the area. Or the guest house. If we were truly concerned with knowing, we'd ask. But we're not. So we haven't. We know we're 65 miles west of Kanchanaburi. We happily got to know there before coming here. To 'Not Kanchanaburi,' as we now refer to it.
Why I was adamant about waking Ashlie up at 5 a.m. in Bangkok.
My very first night in Thailand 8 years ago and I got lucky. Yes, it was 5 a.m. And yes, after strolling around a few of Bangkok’s dimly lit streets I was back at my guest house with a Thai woman, but it’s actually far from what you are thinking.