Feb 062011
 

Even though I’m already on a plane somewhere over the Pacific, somehow, it still hasn’t hit me. It just feels…surreal. Did I really just board a one-way flight to Asia? You’d think that after all the traveling I’ve done I’d be used to it by now; perhaps it’s just because of my zombie-like daze of exhaustion. I have been programming around the clock for nearly a week straight in an attempt to get all my code up and running before the departure; even last night at 3am my room was still a pile of circuits and wires. I didn’t finish packing until mere hours earlier.

Oh well, at least this time I’m pretty much as prepared as I could hope to be for such a trip. Sure, another day or two to wrap up the posts from Europe might’ve been helpful – but I’m no stranger to rushing hastily off into the wild blue yonder. And I did manage to finish the new radar hardware implementation, as well as read the entire SE Asia Lonely Planet cover-to-cover.

Yeah, I think I’m ready 🙂


On my way to Bangkok I had a very brief one-hour layover in Tokyo. It’s the first time I’ve set foot on Japanese soil since Halloween 2008 – and the longest I’ve been away since first moving there after college.

Oh my God, do I miss it. I really have to move back there some day. I’m not sure why, but there really is nowhere else in the world that calls out to me quite like Japan – for as excited as I was to at last be heading to SouthEast Asia, a part of me almost hoped I’d miss my layover so I could spend even just one day revisiting my second home.

Maybe if I find myself in Asia long enough I can head back next spring for the cherry blossoms. We’ll see how things go. I just wish this damned ridiculous exchange rate would hurry up and sort itself out 😥


When I landed in Bangkok more 24 hours after stepping through my front door in LA, I was slightly concerned about being allowed into the country. Although I did have a prearranged multiple-entry visa, I was arriving on a one-way ticket without any sort of proof of onward travel. But thankfully, I made it through without a hitch. I’m pretty sure the immigration agent didn’t speak a word of English anyway.

And after my first real Thai meal – a bowl of steaming hot fish soup at the airport cafeteria (for $1.25!), I caught the last bus into town, arriving at the guesthouse just after midnight.

Total door-to-door travel time: 25 hours.

Man, am I tired.

  9 Responses to “Over the Pacific”

  1. Sawadee Khab Justin. If you’re in BKK for a few days and have time for a little WordPress/Buddypress consulting project, please drop me a line.

  2. Hey Peder, thanks for getting in touch 🙂 I’ll e-mail you.

  3. I think that was supposed to mean “Peter” 😛

  4. Hahaha oops!! I’ve gotten too used to your wacky spelling 😉

  5. Man, i soooo miss partyin wt u in Tokyo dude 🙂

  6. Yeah dude…such good times. I was actually just flipping through some pics of last time we partied over there 🙂

  7. Wow, have I really not read these posts yet? How soon after this post did I knock on your door with liquor in hand, telling you to stop being “tired” and go out? I guess I’ll find out in the next post. 😛

  8. Jeez, you’re THIS far behind?? Have a good week of nonstop reading! 😉

    (This was posted after you were already back in the states…month and months out-of-date, as usual :P)

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