Deep breaths. Calm Blue Ocean.
Nancy is taking a bus.
Not only am I taking a bus, but I’m taking it in Thailand and its going to be 9 hours. Unfortunately the much cushier sounding VIP night bus was sold out and I’m now traveling on a (I imagine) much seedier variety in the middle of the day.
Plan is to not ever even think of using the bathroom on the bus, plug into my iPod and hopefully be whisked far far away and wake up in Mae Sot. More likely scenario involves a sweaty and irritated Nancy seated next to a very smelly old perv.
The 2 hour wait is doing nothing for my nerves.
This can’t be worse than the 48 hour bus trip Cherie and I did in Australia 12 years ago, can it?
Panic. Panic. PANIC.