The Backpacker

could kill two birds with one stone:

I’ll get on the next train south and give Bangkok a miss altogether

’d had such a good time over the past few weeks that the thought of going back to a ‘normal’ life made me feel depressed

and it stood out like a sore thumb

Whenever I thought about going home, really getting on a flight to London, the feeling in my stomach was the same feeling I got as a kid on a trip to the dentist.

kind of refusal to accept the facts

My regimented, mundane, nine-to-five life

wondered what he was up to.

He leaned up on one elbow.

it didn’t look like it would clear over the coming week