In the last six weeks I have slept:
- sideways across two beds with Aby and Yafit in Bangkok
- sitting up on a bus on the way Koh Tao
- squished into a seat, my knees pushing against the chair in front of me, on a boat still on the way to Koh Tao
- in a puddle of my own sweat on Koh Phangan
- in a village hut in Northwest Thailand
- in a very much open-to-the-elephants hut next to a river in Thailand
- in a mosquito swarmed hotel in Chiang Mai
- on a rock hard (yet respectably comfortable - or perhaps I was just exhausted) bed in a slightly sketchy (in a kitsch and homey way) guest house in Pai
- on a very 70's porn circular bed with grease stained sheets and the lingering smell of stale cigarette smoke in Delhi
- on the verge of heatstroke in a stuffy room in Udaipur
- in the tiny, drafty, glass cupboard that is the sleeper seat on a bus to Jaisalmer
- on a sand dune covered with stars and surrounded by belching camels near the India / Pakistan border
- on the fly-covered roof of a guest house in Jaisalmer
- on the floor of the free guest house at the Golden Temple in Amritsar
- I haven't showered under anything that wasn't just a showerhead in the wall over a toilet.
- my feet have not been clean
- toilet paper has been a luxury in any bathroom
- a HOT shower
- a nap in a big, clean, fluffy bed
- a bath
- reading a book in a big, clean, fluffy bed
- a pedicure
- writing in a big, clean, fluffy bed
- a manicure
- watching TV in a big, clean, fluffy bed
- blissfully melting into happiness in a big, clean, fluffy bed
