Our days in Bangkok were pretty similar. We walked to the “sky train” every morning and purchased a day pass to get around the city. Bangkok is a very busy city with so many sights and smells, not all of them appealing. It was amazing how many little food stands line the street. People in Thailand are always snacking, so it’s perfect for me since I like to eat many small meals throughout the day. We did try the street food and haven’t gotten sick….yet!!!
Ripped Pants #1 2:30 p.m.
We were sitting outside the Vietnamese Embassy waiting to get in to get visas and I somehow ripped my pants sitting on the curb. In my defense, the curb was really sharp and my pants were really thin. The rip was in a not-so-decent place, so we nearly died laughing at all the ingenious ways we could think to disguise it. If I were the Vietnamese, I wouldn’t let me in the country.
With about 5 minutes left to go in my Muay Thai kickboxing class, I was trying to think of every trick in the book to get to finish class. I was nearly passing out because of the heat, strenuous exercise and lack of water breaks. I was learning how to count in Thai, and when the teacher said to do 50 (in Thai) more kicks, I joked and smiled and asked innocently 15? (In Thai, like English, 15 and 50 sound very similar. He didn’t let me get by with only 15, unfortunately.) However, when we started to do knee kicks (I don’t know the name for this move, but you take your knee and act like you are jabbing it in your opponents ribs), Staci got my attention and said that she thought I was done. I was grateful for the distraction, but then she motioned to my pants. I put my hand around to my pants…but instead of feeling fabric, I felt butt cheek. I had ripped my pants so bad that my entire butt was hanging out!!! I was soooooooooooo embarrassed! By that point, the real kickboxers had shown up to train so the gym was full of young Thai men in their tiny little Thai kickboxing shorts showing off their perfectly ripped abs. I was extremely embarrassed by the less-than-perfect backside that I was showing them, so I quickly said my thank you’s and goodbye’s and giggled my way out of the gym…backwards.
One day we stumbled upon a water taxi, which was a boat taxi system set up on one of the many canals running through the city! It was fun to speed along the canal in a boat getting occasionally sprayed with cool water. 
One day we took a Tuk Tuk around to so many different temples that I lost track which was which!! It was a long and tiring day and we were “templed-out” by the end.
One afternoon was really difficult on my supply of pants! (Keep in mind I only brought three pairs of pants!)
Ripped Pants #1 2:30 p.m.
We were sitting outside the Vietnamese Embassy waiting to get in to get visas and I somehow ripped my pants sitting on the curb. In my defense, the curb was really sharp and my pants were really thin. The rip was in a not-so-decent place, so we nearly died laughing at all the ingenious ways we could think to disguise it. If I were the Vietnamese, I wouldn’t let me in the country.
Ripped Pants #2 5:30 p.m.
With about 5 minutes left to go in my Muay Thai kickboxing class, I was trying to think of every trick in the book to get to finish class. I was nearly passing out because of the heat, strenuous exercise and lack of water breaks. I was learning how to count in Thai, and when the teacher said to do 50 (in Thai) more kicks, I joked and smiled and asked innocently 15? (In Thai, like English, 15 and 50 sound very similar. He didn’t let me get by with only 15, unfortunately.) However, when we started to do knee kicks (I don’t know the name for this move, but you take your knee and act like you are jabbing it in your opponents ribs), Staci got my attention and said that she thought I was done. I was grateful for the distraction, but then she motioned to my pants. I put my hand around to my pants…but instead of feeling fabric, I felt butt cheek. I had ripped my pants so bad that my entire butt was hanging out!!! I was soooooooooooo embarrassed! By that point, the real kickboxers had shown up to train so the gym was full of young Thai men in their tiny little Thai kickboxing shorts showing off their perfectly ripped abs. I was extremely embarrassed by the less-than-perfect backside that I was showing them, so I quickly said my thank you’s and goodbye’s and giggled my way out of the gym…backwards. 
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HAHAHAHAH!!!!!!! Funny pants story. It is so weird sitting her in Wichita reading this. One day you were here, the next thing you are on trains and taking a Thai kickboxing lesson, buying an elephant painting................
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