{"id":23203,"date":"2025-09-11T06:16:00","date_gmt":"2025-09-11T04:16:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.travelsformen.com\/bangkok-september-2025-the-end\/"},"modified":"2025-10-25T17:22:52","modified_gmt":"2025-10-25T15:22:52","slug":"bangkok-september-2025-the-end","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.travelsformen.com\/en\/bangkok-september-2025-the-end\/","title":{"rendered":"Bangkok September 2025 – The End"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cAnd like all great adventures, this long one-month trip to Thailand has come to an end, and five days have already passed since my return to the Italian boot. So, to conclude the travel diary\u2014but also to fight the usual \u2018Thailanditis\u2019 that hits everyone who leaves the Land of Smiles (which says a lot about what a great place it is to be<\/em>)\u2014I\u2019ll update you on what happened in the last three days in Bangkok.<\/p>\n

On the evening of September 3rd, my poor eye, with its lovely conjunctivitis, was already feeling much better, enough to allow me to drop by my favorite blowjob spot, which, as is well known, is 7-Heaven, where I went safely with my favorite girl, Tokyo, beautiful and skilled as always. After the liberating session, I returned to the Nana area to enjoy a mountain of chicken wings with spicy sauce and French fries soaked in cheese\u2014a real boost to life. While I was there, I took a walk through Nana Plaza, but I didn\u2019t feel inspired, so I went back to the street and decided to check out what Soi 4 had to offer, where the usual freelancers look for clients. On that street at night, there\u2019s something for every taste: from the \u201cSciatthai\u201d (a term I jokingly coined during a discussion among travelers to refer to those Thai girls that some call sloppy just because they don\u2019t look like Zendaya or some random model<\/em>) to Africans, ladyboys, and other Asians like Vietnamese, and so on\u2014but still, I didn\u2019t feel inspired.
I tried entering the usual Hillary 2, where I\u2019ve had great encounters multiple times with girls, more or less professional and more or less young, but always pretty and friendly. I order a Singha, and although it\u2019s not very crowded, there\u2019s some movement, but mostly, on a stool near the bar, there\u2019s a seat all alone, and at first glance, I don\u2019t dislike it at all. I wait a moment to see if she\u2019s really with someone; it seems she isn\u2019t, so I approach discreetly, and she seems to welcome the company. One drink, a few words\u2014her name is Joy. She speaks decent English, despite the usual Thai accent that\u2019s sometimes hard to understand. I want to smoke, she does too, so we move to the side of the street and hang out there for a while, just messing around.
In a calm situation like this, I would normally aim to take her to a room when we\u2019re both a bit \u201ctipsy and heated,\u201d but since I\u2019m not in top form, I shorten the timing because she inspires me. Having already missed an opportunity the night before (because there was already a chosen one, but I had to bow out<\/g>), I didn\u2019t want to risk going to bed empty-handed<\/g> again tonight. Joy is short but has a nice athletic body; otherwise, she\u2019s one of the many average Thai girls. To a Westerner, she looks about 25\u201326, but in fact, she\u2019s 33\u2014just like Jesus (though the fact that later in the room I invoked the Father of the Miracle multiple times is purely a coincidence<\/g>).
In the end, she left around 3 a.m., and I gave her 2,000 Baht. From the way she had settled on the bed, I imagine she would have gladly stayed until morning, and under normal circumstances, she would have been a welcome presence for a waking-up with a bang, but I absolutely needed to sleep peacefully because, although my eye had improved, it was starting to bother me again from fatigue. I said goodbye without thinking too much and fell asleep shortly after, dreaming of little sheep\u2026<\/p>\n<\/p>\n

Unfortunately, September 4th marks the last 24-hour cycle I have at my disposal, since my return flight departs at 11 p.m. the following day. In the morning, I wake up finally rested and light as a feather. I take advantage of it to visit a couple of shopping malls, have breakfast, and spend a few hours between Central World, Siam Paragon, and MBK Center in the university area, which in the morning isn\u2019t crowded with students. And although it\u2019s a pleasure to see them swarm around (which is very reminiscent of the scenes in the Japanese anime I grew up with^<\/em>^), the area is much calmer and more relaxing for shopping. <\/p>\n

Later, after resting on a sun lounger by the pool on the fifth floor of the Hyde 13, I get a craving for pasta and, without hesitation, I go to try the four-cheese gnocchi at La Pala, under the Asok BTS station, which may not seem like it, but from Soi 13 it\u2019s quite close\u2014about a five-minute walk along the lively stretch of Sukhumvit Road that never sleeps and is never boring. The gnocchi are good; La Pala gets top marks across the board. I had been there before but only for the pizza; now it has become my favorite Italian restaurant. Wanting to share this deliciousness with someone, I decide to return to Duangporn Haven<\/a>, that BJ bar on the opposite side of the Asok intersection, just a few dozen meters from the BTS station. Here I find the usual ten girls, many of whom are eating at the tables outside, including Kiki, who, as skilled and pretty as she is, wouldn\u2019t look out of place in a more polished venue. Anyway, one of the girls who isn\u2019t eating approaches me\u2014a slightly rounder bun than my eyes would ideally admire, but honestly she has a nice mouth with two full lips and looks like she knows her business: \u201cBlowjob?\u201d she asks me. I glance around at Kiki eating and the other seated girls, then reply simply, \u201cWho?\u201d She flashes me an absurdly big smile and says, \u201cME!\u201d For some reason, I feel inspired, say okay, and she leads me up the stairs. Worst case, 800 Baht to try her, and if I don\u2019t like it, I\u2019ll go elsewhere in half an hour\u2026 <\/p>\n

She even has an easy name, though I don\u2019t remember it (I\u2019ll update if it comes back to me<\/em>). She\u2019s a chatty, friendly girl, and even though physically she\u2019s not exactly my type, she has two nice, full, natural breasts. I ask her if she can take off her shirt, and she agrees. After the usual wash (which here happens at the classic sink, but being taller than the usual ones at \u201cball-height,\u201d you have to step up on two wooden steps\u2014I\u2019d never want to go there drunk^^<\/em>), she seats me on a small sofa and goes at my cock like a vacuum.
I\u2019m amazed at how skilled she is and how enjoyable her full lips are\u2014a masterful technique, soft and steady, yet at the same time powerful and enveloping. I actually last the whole time, but she only detaches a couple of times. In the end, when I can\u2019t resist anymore, I thought she would suck my soul out\u2014she spends at least two minutes on my royal member after it had really nothing left to give, a pleasant torture. I had to pull her off, holding her head with my hands while twisting on the sofa because I was about to lose it, but she, clearly amused, deliberately continued without restraint.
In the end, we both laughed\u2014me because I had enjoyed it like a pig and couldn\u2019t understand a thing anymore, her probably because it was amusing to see me like that. And she didn\u2019t spit once. Honestly, one of the best blowjobs I\u2019ve ever received; even if she were attractive, she\u2019d instantly be on my personal podium, and that\u2019s no small thing. While I\u2019m dressing, she insists she wants to be fucked next time. I don\u2019t know if it\u2019s a marketing move or if, honestly, being cuter than her would actually please her, but there won\u2019t be a next time, so I tell her \u201cOk,\u201d just to make her happy^^.
Then I go downstairs, pay, give her the 200 Baht change, say goodbye, and go rest in preparation for the last night of madness in Bangkok. <\/p>\n

In the evening there\u2019s a birthday at the Orange Bar 11\/1<\/a>. I don\u2019t know who the guest of honor is, but it doesn\u2019t matter\u2014it\u2019s a party, and there will be some action. First, though, I planned to try that new Nuru Massage center opened in the same alley as 7 Heaven<\/g> in Soi 33; the shop is called Hakumi<\/g>. It\u2019s something I wanted to do twenty days ago, then postponed again and again, but I had to satisfy my curiosity, and I must say I was very glad I went.
I chose the Full Service Package, 90 minutes in a room with a shower for 4000 Baht (the room with a jacuzzi costs an extra thousand, but in both cases, two shots are included), and then I picked the girl Mimi, a very cute little gnome who is undoubtedly worth the ticket price. The Nuru is done properly, with all the necessary equipment, including the Nuru stool, and the gel is high quality and well-prepared. Then Mimi proved to be a nimble little eel who knows how to move on the Nuru mat and a little tigress on the bed, so much so that after the first shot, thanks to her oral skills\u2014and after having narrowly avoided going \u201craw\u201d several times during the Nuru\u2014I didn\u2019t even feel the need to do the Sacra Pecora\u00a9 test.
When we moved to the bed, I let her take almost full control; she knows how to move and handle the situation from start to finish. Let\u2019s just say I happily let myself be \u201cviolated\u201d by her warm and enveloping Asian pussy.
As for the location, it\u2019s a rather sober and new environment but maybe a bit too \u201cserious\u201d for my taste; for what I like, I still prefer the Kokoro<\/a>, especially since they added anime images on the walls of every room, and as for the girls, it\u2019s hard to find anyone better than Aileen. Even if you average the lineups of both places, I\u2019d say Hakumi loses in comparison, but everyone has their preferences, and this is just my personal opinion on the aesthetic level of the girls. As for service and attitude, I feel they are on par, and Hakumi is a step above Toro<\/a>. The fact is that the side street of Soi 33, where a year ago there were only 7 Heaven and Princess, now hosts as many as four massage centers and a pink salon, in addition to various establishments at the end of the alley between bars and karaoke, but they are frequented almost exclusively by Japanese.<\/p>\n

After the pleasant experience in the Phrom Phong area, I head back to my apartment on Soi 13 to freshen up and change clothes, then I arrive at Orange well after 11 PM. The girls are cheerful and busy here and there with the customers. I chat a bit with my resident friend working there and offer some drinks to the usual troublemakers who come by to greet me. Then I notice Miss Disney standing aside by the door, staring off into nothingness. I call her over and slowly try to break her composure; she\u2019s one of the few who almost never loses her calm\u2014or at least I\u2019ve always seen her as very serene, almost reserved\u2014and that\u2019s why I\u2019ve never paid her much attention. My friend confirms that she usually doesn\u2019t go with clients, except for an Asian who seems to be her \u201cofficial sponsor.\u201d Yet, as the night goes on and the atmosphere gets livelier with alcohol and noise, it seems to me that there might be some room to maneuver with her\u2014maybe not in the middle of the crowd, maybe without curious eyes watching\u2014and certainly not in a single night. I can\u2019t say for sure, but that was the impression I got. Too bad I have to leave tomorrow; it would have been an interesting challenge, and while she\u2019s not the most beautiful girl around, she\u2019s still very cute and has her own charm.
Anyway, aside from that, there are the usual cheerful little scenes, the rubbing and inevitable groping of random asses and breasts by those buzzing around looking for a drink. The atmosphere is lively, and I enjoy myself, but I already have other plans and want to leave around 1 AM.
Then two girls arrive with another traveler. One of them is clearly his companion, but the other is a wild devil who doesn\u2019t stop dancing for a second, moving that athletic and very tempting body that honestly makes you want to bend her over a stool. Too bad her face doesn\u2019t match her body; she\u2019s not bad, but she\u2019s not exactly beautiful either. Still, she smiles and flirts, clearly looking for company\u2014or even better, clients.
While I watch her, I remember what my friend said: Thai girls basically have two types of faces: \u201cBign\u00e9\u201d and \u201cCalamaro.\u201d It sounds like a joke, but these two are perfect examples of each category. My brain fixates on this silly but accurate observation, and I can\u2019t stop laughing every time I glance at them. Meanwhile, a guy next to us is shamelessly hitting on the Bign\u00e9 girl the whole time. I watch the scene casually for a while, until he clearly asks her if she wants to go somewhere else. At that moment, I catch her gaze again, and her expression seems to say, “Help me please!”<\/em> – I can\u2019t fully explain it, but it makes me understand she\u2019d prefer if I were the one to make the offer. I can recognize these situations by now; even freelancers have their preferences and make them clear, if you pay attention.
The girl handles it diplomatically, letting him know \u201cno, thanks.\u201d Soon after, the guy\u2014honestly quite unimpressive\u2014leaves, defeated and disappointed. (He\u2019d probably be better off trying other services where rejection is rare, unlike freelancers in bars who can afford to be selective, unlike massage centers, etc.)
I, on the other hand, have other plans. She intrigues me. I keep watching her from my stool as the Orange girls go back and forth, and she flirts here and there. After a while, she comes closer and continues dancing in front of me. A quick toast, a mischievous glance, another toast. I see her staring into my eyes, expecting something because I\u2019ve shown clear interest even without speaking. I could tell her, \u201cLet\u2019s go somewhere, just you and me,\u201d and I\u2019m 100% sure she\u2019d say yes immediately. But she\u2019s not the one I want, and she\u2019s not the one I want to spend my money on this time (never let anyone think they don\u2019t have to give a tip to these cheerful girls for in-room service, even if sometimes they do it just because they feel like it, and even if they don\u2019t mind doing it with you at that moment. It\u2019s an unwritten rule. Of course, if it happens and she doesn\u2019t say anything because nothing was agreed on beforehand, you can pretend nothing happened. But in certain environments, that\u2019s how it works. Next time, be sure that if you want her again, she\u2019ll ask for the proper compensation before coming with you. Of course, there are exceptions, but we can talk about those another time).<\/em>). By now that I\u2019m there, I want to confirm my theory before leaving, and it just so happens that one of the group photos of everyone present is about to be taken\u2014and I end up right in the trajectory. So the \u201cBign\u00e9\u201d comes over smiling and climbs onto a stool in front of me on her knees. I move to the next stool, she looks at me, laughs, and strikes a pose looking forward. I lean in and place my lips on her cheek to see what happens. She turns with a look that says, \u201cYes, you can,\u201d and presses her lips to mine. Our tongues briefly meet, we part, and then, so as not to be watched too closely by the onlookers around us, we quickly compose ourselves. The photos are taken, we get off the stools, she smiles, and I let her pass in front of me, guiding her with a hand on her ass, then pretty much ignore her. It\u2019s almost two in the morning and I have to\u2014or rather, want\u2014to go elsewhere. She and her friend leave shortly after with the companion of the other girl, who honestly is even prettier. After the last tragicomic little scene at the expense of the slightly uninteresting gnome<\/em> at the Orange, now too drunk (but she\u2019s not the only one, and the atmosphere is that of wild nights where everything and nothing happens<\/em>), I pay my tab at the cashier and leave as well. <\/p>\n

My missed opportunity from two days earlier is in another Orange bar. It\u2019s my last night in Bangkok, and while I wouldn\u2019t mind locking myself in my apartment with her until the next day, I still want to celebrate a bit more in the company of her colleague, who isn\u2019t a great beauty but is cute, fun, and has two soft stress-cushions I could never stop holding. At the bar, there are still a couple of patrons and two other colleagues. The chosen girl is working the cash register, and one of her friends makes a point of saying that she had been waiting for me, but I hadn\u2019t shown up. I play along to give them some satisfaction.
The girl with the soft cushions is sitting on a stool, goofing around alone in a hoodie like she has on other times, but underneath the hoodie there are no obstacles\u2014another detail that makes her interesting entertainment. I offer her a drink, and she keeps me company in various ways. The other girl plants a quick kiss on my lips as soon as I approach; she definitely knows how to keep an interested client happy, she\u2019s clever, it shows immediately just by looking into her eyes\u2014another reason I like her more than I probably should. She\u2019s average-looking, not exactly a GoGo-level knockout, and in pure aesthetics doesn\u2019t compare with most of the girls I\u2019ve met at massage parlors and such.
Yet she inspires me, and she\u2019s vaguely stayed in my mind since the first time I saw her there over a year ago, in the company of another colleague with whom I had spent the night. I had also seen her there in December, but at the time I was more interested in others, including another of her colleagues in those few days. She always gave me the impression of being too serious to be fun\u2014and by fun I mean both for partying and everything else, of course. But this time I ended up spending the whole night right there, and I realized I had been completely wrong. Better late than never, I\u2019d say, though perhaps it would have been better if it had happened twenty days earlier\u2014I would have had more time to enjoy her. But, as always, in certain cases you take what comes\u2026 <\/p>\n

Meanwhile, another patron arrives, grabs a beer, and sits with the girls who aren\u2019t serving me. Then both he and the others leave, leaving me alone with the playful girls and the bar\u2019s all-purpose worker, who mostly wanders around minding her own business. We spend the night drinking and watching Thai cartoons on TV, and with no other customers around and most of the street\u2019s bars practically closed, they let loose and act more freely than usual.
I invite my chosen girl to come over to the right side of the counter, and while the others gossip among themselves, we move to a spot with no cameras and get a little intimate. I can\u2019t resist her marble-like little breasts\u2014small, natural, but irresistible. She puts a hand on my crotch and her tongue in my mouth without hesitation. I unbutton my pants, and she takes me in hand directly because, by coincidence, I\u2019m not wearing anything underneath. I slip my hand into her panties and can\u2019t wait to get between her thighs; if I don\u2019t hold back, I risk exploding right there while she\u2019s already driving me crazy, but that wouldn\u2019t be dignified.
With all the desire I feel at that moment, I say, \u201cI want you here and now\u2026\u201d She responds, \u201cIn the morning, not now.\u201d Unfortunately, she handles the accounts for everyone and manages the bar a bit, so technically she has to stay there until morning\u2014but honestly, I\u2019m fine with that. We straighten ourselves up, and I let her return to her work at the computer behind the counter. Meanwhile, I go back to my spot and keep \u201cGus\u201d (this is her name)<\/em>seated on my lap on the stool while my hands play inside her sweatshirt, feeling those soft stress-cushion breasts discreetly.
I don\u2019t know how she can wear such a wintery, fur-lined sweatshirt\u2014it must be cold for her\u2014but she\u2019s sensitive to the cold. And even though she isn\u2019t the most beautiful of the bunch, she doesn\u2019t mind a little attention and earning some drinks. At one point, her older colleague invites her to order another drink, and to my surprise, she tells her not to bother. I give her a kiss on the cheek because I like her reaction; she smiles, amused, and poses to get a few more. She\u2019s definitely the most playful of the lot, at times almost like a kitten to cuddle. I don\u2019t mind at all, and as far as I can tell, she doesn\u2019t find me unpleasant either\u2014in fact, she probably feels in friendly competition with the main girl for a good client. But that\u2019s just my impression, and even though I consider myself quite \u201cexperienced\u201d in these matters, I could be wrong. <\/p>\n

Time passes playfully and sneakily, and even \u201cGus\u201d decides to give my regal member a little massage while I\u2019m fondling her soft stress-cushion breasts. Given the situation, in an instant, it\u2019s ready to explode again. She giggles, amused, looks at me, and continues. We\u2019re tucked away in a corner behind the counter, and thanks to her oversized sweatshirt, no one can clearly see what\u2019s happening, even though it\u2019s obvious. Meanwhile, we watch cartoons on TV\u2026 One of the funniest situations I\u2019ve ever experienced, though by now, almost nothing surprises me anymore.<\/p>\n

At some point, someone mentions food. I\u2019m actually a bit hungry, so together with the sweatshirt-wearing girl, I start picking items from the menu of the restaurant that supplies the bar. I order some tasty treats and let the girls take whatever they want\u2014of course, I\u2019m paying. After all, it\u2019s the last night, and I don\u2019t care about a few extra thousand Baht; I want to take this memory with me in the best way possible, and a little less money in my pocket won\u2019t ruin that joy.
Then, almost like magic, a girl arrives on foot from Soi 7\/1 carrying a tray, followed closely by a young man with another tray\u2014a mountain of food that takes up the entire bar counter. We eat, we drink\u2014crab, oysters, a little soup, fried rice with fish, spicy chicken, and other delicious Thai \u201ctreats.\u201d My hunger is satisfied, but the other, bigger desire is still very much alive. <\/p>\n

The hour is late\u2014so late that it\u2019s almost early. The first light of morning begins to peek between the buildings. Then it\u2019s time. I settle the bill for this slightly crazy, undeniably enjoyable part of the night. The girls scatter, I say goodbye to the cold-sensitive one as she leaves, and I wait for my chosen girl to finish her shift so her colleague can take over\u2026<\/p>\n

In the end, I got what I wanted, but it was already almost over. Keeping her with me until departure would have been a mistake, a big one. I like her a bit too much\u2014not for her looks or any acrobatic skills in bed, but for that hard-to-explain yet easy-to-recognize feeling for those who know her. It\u2019s simple to feel good with her, a kind of latent affinity between two lost souls who, like cats, try to enjoy the good things as much as possible without getting too attached, because the world is too big to fixate on a single detail for too long.
Anyway, it was beautiful, and that\u2019s fine. She knows I have to leave, offers to stay and accompany me to the airport later, but I thank her for the \u201ctake care\u201d and, knowing it would only complicate things, reluctantly let her go sleep elsewhere\u2014the lesser of two evils, as they say. I rest for a couple of hours, eyes closed in my bed with her scent on the sheets, then use the remaining few hours to clear my head, heading out under a torrential downpour to my beloved go-to spot, 7 Heaven. There, I choose to be consoled by the girl YU, who isn\u2019t on my \u201ctop list,\u201d but proves so skilled that she wipes away every negative thought in that last intoxicating explosion between her soft lips. <\/p>\n

Finally, I stop to eat my last Pad Thai at Krua Khun Puk, on the corner of Soi 11\/1. I could also swing by the Orange Bar next door to say goodbye, but time is short, and I don\u2019t want to fuel the wave of nostalgia that\u2019s about to hit me. So I return to my apartment, and after a hot shower, I gather my things while taking one last farewell of the place that, for a month, had felt like a second home\u2014with all the perks of being in Bangkok(I\u2019ll go into more detail in a dedicated article, but for anyone looking for something similar, I recommend using <\/em>Airbnb <\/em><\/a> , which works really well)<\/em>). While replying to messages from my last bedmate, who had already returned to work and was complaining about being sleepy, I got ready to leave the city at a leisurely pace. Despite having a four-hour buffer, I still risked missing my flight because, between the downpour and some accidents along the way, my Bolt taxi took over an hour and fifteen minutes just to loop around the block, almost reaching the end of Soi 15.
I began to doubt I would make it to the airport on time. Doing a quick calculation, and seeing that although the rain had stopped, the traffic wasn\u2019t moving and the estimated time on the GPS kept increasing, I told the driver I would pay him regardless but would continue on foot. He happily accepted, helped me lift my luggage, and I ran toward the Asok BTS station, weaving through pedestrians and racing up the stairs like a madman with my backpack on one shoulder and another small bag in my hand (don\u2019t say I\u2019m not athletic, even approaching half a century of life^^).
From there, I made it quickly to Phaya Thai station and boarded the Airport Rail Link to the airport, stashing my bags in a locker. Finally, I collapsed, exhausted, into a corner surrounded by a dozen veiled muslim sciatthai<\/em> girls who chattered endlessly among themselves. There was nothing left to do except hope that no further mishaps would come my way. <\/p>\n

I arrived at Suvarnabhumi at 21:40. Boarding for my flight was scheduled to close at 22:40, with departure at 23:00. The elevator crawled like a Trenitalia regional train and stubbornly refused to take me to the lowest level. I climbed the airport floors like a salmon swimming upstream on the escalators and went to check in my luggage. Even though my backpack-suitcase would normally qualify as carry-on, this time I had two bags, so I had to check one.
It was 22:50. A family stood in front of me, and five minutes later it was my turn. I asked the staff member if there was any chance of reaching the gate on time, knowing I was already cutting it close\u2014the flight was departing from a satellite gate, the farthest one, and I still had all the security checks ahead of me. Calmly, she checked her terminal and told me that the flight had been delayed by forty minutes.
Incredulous, I let out a relieved sigh, finished the check-in, and headed up the stairs toward security. I opened the Lufthansa app and saw that she had been right; in my rush to the airport, I hadn\u2019t even noticed the alert messages. I felt a little foolish, but relieved nonetheless.
Strangely, the security checks took less than fifteen minutes, and I reached my gate with time to spare. I even had a moment to grab some fries at Burger King and use the restroom at leisure before finally boarding. <\/p>\n

I was a wreck\u2014very little sleep and not a single ounce of energy spared from the day before. The good news was that I was too focused on the discomfort to feel melancholy. In fact, during the flight I managed to sleep for about five hours from sheer exhaustion, right after dinner, despite being surrounded by the entire French women\u2019s volleyball team, \u201cLes Bleues.\u201d Though defeated, they didn\u2019t miss a chance to cheer themselves up, chatting animatedly and stretching right in front of me where the emergency exit was\u2014usually my spot to stretch my legs and get comfortable. At least it gave me an amusing story to tell later.
The downside was that my other eye, probably stressed and fatigued, had started to redden and swell just like the one that had recently healed. Luckily, I had the right eye drops on hand, which helped limit the discomfort. I arrived in Munich with a mild sore throat and one bloodshot eye, but I laughed it off, though by then I couldn\u2019t wait to get home.
The layover was short: about thirty minutes spent between the smoking lounge and the restroom to rinse my face. An hour later, after flying over the Alps, I landed in Tuscany\u2014less than half an hour from home. <\/p>\n

And so this adventure comes to an end, with its ups and downs, moments of pure relaxation, and the joy of enjoying my beloved \u201cSciatthai,\u201d immersed in the energy of the Land of Smiles as much as possible.
Now I\u2019m writing from my usual Redactor\u2019s desk, after letting a few days pass: in the meantime, my sore throat has worsened, and between work and other commitments, I hadn\u2019t found the time to organize my thoughts and put these lines on paper. In the next few days, however, I will start reviewing my notes to write the review sheets for the missing venues and update those of the places that have evolved since my last visit.
I apologize for being long-winded in recounting these last three days, but the \u201cThailandite\u201d is making itself felt\u2026 and I have to find a way to fight it, right? ^^<\/p>\n

Here I bid you farewell and wish you a safe journey wherever you decide to go.<\/em><\/p>\n

Until next time dear fellow Travelers!<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>

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