Walker. July 20th, 2010 @ 9:25.

Beginnings are often scary, endings are often sad, but it's the middle that counts.

Where to begin….well, we can start where I left off, with my heart in pieces.Courtney being the great friend that she always is had the BEST idea to drowned my sorrows.No, not this time, beer was not on the menu.The only way to glue this heart back together was with Nutella, and lots of it.This is disgusting, but I did what every girl would do and replaced my love affair with chocolate.Banana crepes, Nutella crepes, and peanut butter crepes.In the same night, ONE AFTER ANOTHER.Gurooooosssss.

Still feeling a bit sad, the following day Dumber and Dumber were off to get pretty.Dumber (Courtney) walked into the salon and this is the question that she asked, "can you bleach dreads, my roots are getting bad."Here is where a little history on dreadlocks comes in: the hairstyle began as a spiritual symbol and has evolved into ganja smoking hippies who would rather not spend the time or money messing with their hair (regardless of what they say, it's true).So, Court coming into a salon asking to "pretty up" her locks was quite comical.Not only for me.Every Thai woman working as well.We kept hearing them giggle and say the word "dreadlock."It was awesome.

After I cut all my hair off (another typical girl trait)I bleached the s*** out of it.This new, short, platinum blonde shade goes great with the ten kilos I packed on. Not to mention the hairloss that has accompanied my lame attempt at the backpackers beauty. Just when I think things couldn't get any worse, I had to run a comb through my two inch hair.Really, I'm glad Denmark didn't see this mess.All things happen for a reason.

After eating myself into a small coma, losing all my hair and dignity, we decided to pack up and GTFO of BKK.

CHIANG MAI!!!!!!!

First, let's begin with the damn TUK-TUKs.My goodness.Whoa is all I have to say.The Tuk Tuk was lucky I was able to keep my bowels under control with his erratic driving.

What is much worse, was when we went zip lining and took Mr. Toad's wild ride up to the rain forest.If it wasn't for the Breezers and my white trash bloody beer (a forty with real tomato juice from the box poured into it), I would have vomited all over his crazy vehicle.Lucky man.Thank Buddha for Breezers and beer.

Next entry will begin with the 32 platform zip lines, two Thai gems, 12 valiums, and four California gals.All with stupid, orange helmets and harnesses that make camel toes look like appealing.