20:55 / Day 1. Bangkok’s taking a serious toll on us. Regardless of the reason everybody is starting to feel it at this point. For some it’s jet lag, for others it’s just sleep deprivation, and for myself it’s a particularly nasty hangover(the result of experimentation with the local spirits) The day has been an awfully brutal affair. We’ve cooled our heels in hospitals amongst the sick and ailing, mysterious birds have taken shits on our favorite shirts, and financial catastrophes seem to be exploding like landmines at our every step. But here’s the thing, chaos is starting to give birth to order.

As disaster befalls us, an instinctual sense of prioritization is taking shape. The honeymoon is already over. Not even 24 hours deep into Sukhumvit road’s cold bosom things are starting to become very real. This is it, we’re really here, on our own with no outside support, and Bangkok is already at our throats with a rusty screwdriver. Fight or flight, which is it going to be?