‎"Ah to be the unicorn in the traveling circus ...is not the life for me."

Bangkok, used to be one of my favorite cities away from home. Its big its menacing and it stinks. It stays open until well....it never sleeps. There actually are tons of citys around the world that never sleep...it always amazes me that NYC made that their slogan like its the only one.

Sitting at the Gekko bar on Cosan, nursing my first beer for the night and watching the interesting travel crowds ebb and flow through the street. Luggage bags rolling, backpacks slamming into each other, travelers looking dirty and honeymooners looking star struck or confused.
I sit, humbling observing the passing traffic and wondering where this night will take me. Not expecting much from the Cosan antics, as I have seen this show before, I wait.
A group of travelers gather around a table behind me and begin the nights revelry. A loud man off to the far end of the bar area is throwing beer on his friend and demanding more whisky from the tiny Thai bar lady.
I eventually end up getting an invite from the table behind me to join in their fun. I figure why not, and end up sitting at a table with two spanish, one itailan, one french, two americans, and a sweed. A group of aging Goa Trance hippies once at the heigt of the travel circuit now clinging to the last of their group, headed once again back to Goa for the season. Selling jewelry, and a dream that has as it seems died ten or so years ago. I run accross these people every now and then, and I often wonder if they can see, that time has passed and they as much as they continue on they have forgotten to change with the times. Lost souls....living on the road, clinging to the dream.

I spent some time in the reggae bar dancing with rasta spanish men and german women teaching english. Watching the angry bangkok Thais fighting with the farang. Smoking hookas on the street until dawn and helping the drunken idiots stumbling around find their guesthouses. In between marriage proposals, and pool games I saw the light, invites to goa to sell jewlery on the beach sound so great on the outside but I would just be a unicorn, a single girl in the traveling circus of freaks left out in the cold. This is not my path...but I wish you all the best.