Day 2 in Chiang Mai Thailand

I must admit day 2 is sort of a blur. I wake up at 7am. Wide awake but feel as if I need another 12 hours of sleep. I need more rest, more sleep but my needs are denied. I get up and go down stairs in search of breakfast. When I get downstairs and into the garden area I cannot help from noticing how quiet and peaceful it is. This is nice. This is not like my room. I find a seat and order coffee and oatmeal. My favorite breakfast. The food and drink should bring me comfort, that's the hope.

While sipping my coffee the gentleman/Canadian I met at the airport showed up. He looks like he needs more sleep just as I do. I invite him over to my table. Can't recall his name.

As we drink our coffee I find out more about his situation at the guesthouse. It turns out he's paying 300 baht per night ($10) while I'm paying 450 baht per night ($15). He has this incredible garden view room on the first floor with a great king size bed and it's quiet back in this part of the guesthouse, it's so wonderfully quiet. I'm envious and I don't mind saying so. I'm on the third floor and facing the busy street. My room feels and sounds like Hell. He had a reservation while I had none. As I hear about the discrepancy between our situations all I can think about is punching my ex-brother in law in the fucking face.

"Wing it dude. Don't let the online people rip you off"

Fucking idiot. The man is 50 years old and doesn't have two nickles to rub together. He and my ex wife (his sister) were planning on dad dying and leaving them retirement funds. Unfortunately for them dad got remarried at 70 yrs old. Now the new step mom is going to inherit the money. Oops. They planned wrong.

The Canadian told me about having visited a massage parlour after checking in. That shocked me. He told me about this while searching my eyes in an effort to determine if I'm gay (I think). He got his "rub and a tug". He tried two different massage parlors. The first was a disaster. The entire time he was getting his massage the girl was on the phone gabbing away creating a complete distraction from the experience. Because of this experience he offered a word of advice, tell her while the massage is in process:

"No phone calls"

It's not an unreasonable request. In my mind and in my understanding the massage process is supposed to a peaceful and sarine happening. Soothing music and a peaceful atmosphere. Not a situation where the massage therapist is gabbing away on the phone while giving you a massage.

After a disappointing experience he went down the street and got another massage. The second massage was a much better experience, he got the "rub and tug" he was after and then ready for bed.

After being serviced by the second massage lady she asked him out for dinner and dancing. He looked disgusted while describing her invitation. The odd thing about this is he told me his girlfriend lived in Chiang Mai, she worked as a massage therapist, the legit kind, no rubs, no tugs. He was also a massage therapist in canada, he does massage rolfing. He gets into town to see his girlfriend and take a class on Thai massage therapy and on the first night in town he has sex with a massage therapist lady, albeit a rub and a tug, it's still sex.

I don't get it. I don't get that thinking.

The guesthouse we were in offered free wifi and how I am grateful for that. I can get plugged in and online. The world it out there and I need to know what's happening. Mostly I need to get online to look for better accommodations. I look and find none for the immediate future but my thought process is all fucked up. I literally can't think straight. If I was forced to add 2 plus 2 in my current state of mind and my life depended upon a correct response I would not have survived.

2 + 2 = Tuna. (Bang) Dead.

I cannot think straight.

I decide to get a haircut. I need a haircut. This is my big brave move for the day. This is how fucked up my mind is. I walk around looking for a salon. I end up across the street. Across the moat. I see a pretty girl, a stylist and think, ok, she can cut my hair. Then some old man pops up and grabs my arm. (shit). Ok. WTF.

Here's the painful reality check. It two more days before I realized there was a salon next to the guesthouse I'm staying in. I'm embarrassed to admit that. ----- I was able to see but not see. I was like a walking zombie.

I cried myself to sleep every night while in that guesthouse. Why did I come here? I could have moved to Colorado. Everyone smokes pot there.

For most people they would enjoy being able to walk around and explore their new surroundings. That is a privilege I do not enjoy. I do limited walking and find a video rental place and rent a few movies. The amusing aspect about the video rental store is how they run their business. For 40 baht they burn you a copy of the movie of your choice. I'm delighted at the thought of entertainment in my room, alone.

I fall asleep on my second night at the guesthouse watching a movie on my laptop and crying. What the fuck am I doing here?

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