5. The day of my first visit in March 2011 arrived before I realized.

We packed our suitcases, proud of the fact that during the winter season in Europe, we were going to the seaside on the other side of the world. Flip flops, they were the main thing that went into our suitcase first, which drove us to ecstasy. We were already at Sofia airport, the capital of Bulgaria, where we still live. We had a long flight with Aeroflot, connecting via Moscow. We landed in the Russian capital in unique snow and cold, but who pays attention to that when we could already hear the waves. The long flight passed like a dream, and we landed alive and well and terribly tired in Bangkok. The first sensation was both exhilarating and generating a cocktail of mixed feelings. We were greeted by great heat, incredible noise and clamour, a strange smell in the air and a traffic jam that on this day was probably a candidate for history in length and duration in the taxi on the way to the hotel. We reached the location we were looking for, semi adapted to the local reality. I say semi, because hem the taxi ride seemed longer than the flights, hem we saw so much from his windows that it was like living in Bangkok for years. Our first order of business was to each take a shower and recover our strength with a few hours of sleep before embarking on our first adventure on Thai soil. Just what a sleep it was though. We barely woke up with the bad feeling of having missed the day of our lives. It tops to bottom that's how it turned out, because we actually went outside when it was already six o'clock local time, almost dark. We had Tom Yam soup...the ramification and onwards we don't remember, with Singha beer and some rice with whatever inside from the seafood world. Well, that's how life is lived, and then we sighed.

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