Thailand: Country Number Three
Hey โ can't believe I'm already in my third country. Thailand. Laos ended up being a pretty memorable couple of weeks, like I mentioned last time, but now it's a whole new place to figure out.
Getting Here
The trip from Laos to Thailand took about 10 hours by economy sleeper train. Not the fastest way to travel, but not bad either โ we just settled in and let the hours pass. 
The Snack Incident
Immigration ended up being a bit of a mess. Our teacher told us to leave our stuff behind and not carry anything through, but then the officers told us to grab everything. Time was tight, so I didn't manage to grab my snacks in the scramble. When I got back to the train, they were just... gone. No idea what happened. Maybe the officer was hungry, who knows. Funny enough, my friend left some of his stuff behind too, and his didn't go missing. Lucky guy.
Then We Took a Boat
Once we got off the train, we hopped on the MRT next. Kind of embarrassing to admit, but I genuinely thought MRT was just an Indonesia thing โ had no idea it existed anywhere else.
The MRT ended up dropping us off right in the middle of Bangkok, nowhere near the district we were actually staying in. So to close the gap, we took a boat the rest of the way there. Did not see that coming, but it turned into one of the most random, most fun parts of the trip so far.
A District That Feels Like Home
This first week in Thailand has honestly reminded me of Indonesia more than I expected. We're staying in a district that's mostly Muslim, and our place is right next to a mosque, which has been nice.
We're back to sleeping in one room split into two โ pretty cramped, if I'm being real. But somehow it feels more comfortable than Laos did. Even with the tight space, the whole place just feels cleaner, if that makes sense.
Malay in the Wild
One thing that caught me off guard โ people in this district can actually speak Malay. We were at 7-Eleven (yes, again) talking about the cashier between ourselves, and out of nowhere the cashier just responded in Malay. Caught us completely off guard, haha.
Warca, Warbir, and Ridiculously Cheap Food
Food here is cheap. Like, really cheap. We don't have a kitchen, so we're eating out every single day, and there are two spots we keep going back to โ we've started calling them Warca (short for Warung Kaca, "glass warung") and Warbir (Warung Biru, "blue warung"). Between the two, there's a solid variety of food and prices that are honestly hard to believe. Rice and egg for 7.5k? Can't complain.