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Wednesday, 24 September 2025

Before Heading Back to Sweden Tomorrow


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Got into BKK early this morning. Slept the whole way on the plane, so the flight felt like it lasted five minutes. The weather was a bit cloudy today – you could barely see the blue sky behind.

After landing and getting home, I spent a little while greeting granny and catching up before settling in.

In the afternoon my uncle and aunt took me round the fresh market near their place to get food for dinner. Loads of variety there – piles of veg, fresh meat, even a section with ready-to-eat dishes. What I noticed most was how clean it was compared to Hat Yai. No wet floors, and not boiling hot either since it’s all under a roof.

For dinner my aunt made American Fried Rice – which, funny enough, is only a thing in Thailand, not America. So tasty. I was done for after that, ended up passing out around eight.

Thank you for today kha.


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