The good, I’ll get better, someday, somehow. The bad, I’ve had a cold for three days. The ugly, the cold turned into the flu two days ago, making five days of sickness.
The good, exercise. The bad, exercise when sick. The ugly, exercise when sick turning a cold into a flu.
The good, clean sheets after two weeks. The bad, no blankets. The ugly, a having fever and no blankets.
The good, speaking a little Thai. The bad, apartment owners not understanding your Thai. The ugly, apartment owners not understanding your Thai even when you use a translation book.
The good, apartment owners allowing us to borrow sheets and blankets. The bad, paying a cleaning fee at the end of the month for said sheets. The ugly, not knowing if asking for clean sheets to use while they wash old sheets will cost double the price.
The good, being stuck in bed leads to writing a blog entry. The bad, the blog talks about bad and ugly things. The ugly, new opinions on Thailand may be formed.
The good, cheap street food. The bad, unsanitary conditions at most street stalls. The ugly, unknown meat and other products in said food.
The good, nice, yummy fa-rang restaurants. The bad, food is five times the price at nice foreign restaurants. The ugly, my boyfriend likes to save money so we don’t dine at these restaurants as often as I would desire.
The good, I agree in the saving money idea. The bad, I like pizza and wannabe but decent Mexican food. The ugly, I don’t eat at these restaurants for every meal.
The good, some street food is actually better than restaurants. The bad, these places speak only Thai. The ugly, we end up with unknown food delivered to our table and Andrew eats it.
The good, squat toilets (because I don't have to risk touching the toilet seat). The bad, dirty bathrooms. The ugly, no toilet paper.
The good, toilet paper in your purse. The bad, toilet paper can’t go into toilets. The ugly, no trash cans in stalls.
The good, water to rinse in said bathrooms. The bad, hose sprayers are commonly used in these bathrooms to clean your parts. The ugly, buckets of water to use in less fancy toilets.
The good, pictures of squat toilets. The bad, buckets of water to rinse with from an unknown source of water. The bad, not knowing how to use said buckets or aforementioned sprayers either.
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| Ok I lied, I found the source of the water, the new questions are; how clean is this water and how long has it been there and should I use it to clean my areas? |
The good, I wash my hands. The bad there's no hot water. The ugly, my hands don't get clean and I get sick! (anyone want to donate some hand sanitizer and disinfecting wipes?)
The good, cool wildlife. The bad, lizards on the walls, anywhere and everywhere. The ugly, rats scurrying by you in restaurant just after you finished your meal there.
The good, I am improving my bug squashing skills. The bad, when I feel a bug on me it's most commonly not my own hair like I would find in the states, it's usually an ant. The ugly, I have twenty plus mosquito bites on my legs from forgetting bug spray the other night.
The good, owning transportation in a city. The bad, a city in a developing country has horrible smog. The ugly, your transportation is a motorcycle and you are forced to breathe smog.
The good, owning transportation in a city. The bad, inadequate forms of public transportation. The ugly, being afraid to drive said transportation in city traffic.
The good, living as close as possible to beautiful world-known islands and beaches such as Ko Samui. The bad, living in a dirty city instead of on those islands or beaches. The ugly, the city is famously known as an ugly city.
The good, cheap transportation in and out of city. The bad, crowed or dirty vans or trains. The ugly, feel carsick from the crazy driving.
The good, Andrew has this week off from work. The bad I'm sick. The ugly, this is one of the few times this year that we will both have time off.
The good, having necessary paperwork for the first process of obtaining a work visa. The bad, having to leave the country before the seventh. The ugly, Andrew doesn’t have his paperwork yet.
The good, getting to see Paang, Malaysia. The bad, being sick right before we have to leave the country before our tourist visa runs out and we are charged $100USD per day that we overstay our welcome in Thailand. The ugly, (would be) Andrew catching this horrible bug right before we go.
The good, my fever broke as I typed this blog, The bad, having a fever and feeling sick makes me cranky. The ugly, I pass crankiness onto the blog world.
The good, seeing the good in the bad and the ugly. The bad, the bad. The ugly, the ugly.
Dear Jenny,
ReplyDeleteThe good, the wonderful life changing experiences you are having ~ seeing a totally new place, expanding your world view, your palate, your language base, making new friends. You will never be the same person after going on this trip!
The bad, dealing with situations that require you to live with strange and foreign customs, living standards, unfamiliar life styles. The difficulty and frustrations of making your needs known because of the language barriers.
The ugly, getting ill because of the different levels of sanitation, food preparation and less sanitary hygiene. Feeling homesick, alone or frustrated by all the strangeness that surrounds you which is compounded by your illness.
Hang in there, Jenny! Keep trying to focus on the positive things. You and Andrew have each other to take care of yourselves and share the ups and downs of this crazy life you've chose for a few months.It's going to get better and things will look brighter when you are feeling healthy again.
So glad your fever broke.:) Not so glad that Andrew has caught the bug. :(
Your blog is highly entertaining and I know everyone, especially myself, is thoroughly enjoying it. We are captivated by your writing style, descriptions and photos. Keep up the good work!! It is wonderful to have both of your viewpoints!
Good luck getting your documentation and visas and I hope you can have some fun and see some awesome things in Malaysia. Let's skype when the opportunity arises. We keep ours on so call when you see it and can talk. You are both frequently in our thoughts. We miss you.
Big hugs and lots of love to you both,
Mary Lou
P.S. If you need a "care package" of stuff you cannot buy there ( hand sanitizer. wipes etc.) let us know. Also send us an address where we can mail it to you. Perhaps Andrew's school would be a good address to use?
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