As I sit here and wait for tomorrow to come, I feel happy right where I am. Be it Bangkok is not the most beautiful or luxurious of all places to visit. I am happy right where I am, all mosquito bitten, sweaty, belly full of thai food (no joke I took a class and had about 8 courses an hour ago). We ended the Thai cooking class with Traditional dancing. Half of it was hands so I did alright. But I am about to face plant into my bed when the air conditioner in my room turns on.

The past 48 hours have consisted of 12 hour days.

When I arrived to my hostel (Nap Park Hostel) which I highly recommend. They have been the most accommodating (such as booking Thai cooking classes, buses to the South or North, a bike ride around Bangkok and they even have a van service that takes to you to either the domestic airport Don Mueang International Airport or the international airport Suvarnabhumi Airport.  I climbed 4 flights of stairs to the women’s floor, put my items in my locker and immediately decided on going straight to bed.

I sat on my top bunk for about 5 minutes before meeting a nice girl from Holland who had just arrived the same day and asked if I wanted to go to the Sky bar (a bar which is 64 floors up). I said sure and off were me and two Dutch girls looking for the Sky Bar in a Tuk Tuk. We drove around for 30 minutes before realizing the driver had NO IDEA where he was going. I was fortunate to have bought a 30 day phone package which included internet and figured out where we were in the city. Luckily, with the Tuk Tuk driver asking every other cab and Tuk Tuk driver on the road, finally, we found it.

If you like $25 beer night, the sky bar is the perfect place for you. If not, the view is not worth the money. Not bad though for a first night in Bangkok.

Also I feel at ease that I have met at least 6 people in the past two days that are headed up to Chiang Mai the same time as I.

Yesterday, a girl from Brazail in the same hostel room as I, explored the city a bit which included beautiful temples such as Wat Phra Kaew and Wat Arun. There were times I felt like I was in a dream to be surrounded by such beautiful temples. I feel extremely fortunate to go home and finally be at peace that I finally went to a place I’ve been wanting to go my whole life. I won’t keep thinking when I apply for graduate school or if I settle down “If only that one time when I was younger, I had the time to travel, I should have done it.” But I’m doing it! I have no idea what is coming next but I’m ready.

♥Nightmares on Wax- Morse♥

Wat Phra Kaew




Lotus Flowers
View from of Wat Arun of the Chao Phraya River
Wat Arun. Also looking a bit haggard from the heat, traveling and downpour of rain that afternoon.

Published by asdzaabeat

Amber McCrary is a Diné zinester, feminist and writer. She was born in Tuba City, Arizona (Diné Bikeyah) and raised in the Reservation bordertown of Flagstaff, Arizona. In the small town of Flagstaff is where she discovered her love for Punk Rock and the Do it Yourself Culture. She received her Bachelor of Arts in Political Science with a minor in American Indian Studies from Arizona State University. She is currently an MFA candidate in the Creative Writing Program at Mils College. She enjoys many things in life such as tea, traveling, writing, reading, sulking, gardening, eating, smashing the patriarchy and learning about cultures and her own (Navajo/Diné). She currently lives in Oakland, California. Her work has appeared in Yellow Medicine Review, Bluestockings Magazine, Cloudthroat magazine, 580 split, Warship Zine and the Introduction to Women's, Gender, and Sexuality Studies: Interdisciplinary and Intersectional Approaches 1st Edition.

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