The Odyssey that was for me to arrive in Bangkok

Feel free to ignore this post. It will be just me ranting and complaining.

I'm actually thinking of starting my own @threespeak channel just to be able to be politically incorrect, ranty and irreverent and if I'm honest, despite my current steem account is very transparent and I write about whatever the fucking topic I feel like and using the words my ass wants to use, I am convinced that the specific kind of videos I want to put out would definitely bring me a new audience yet from a very specific niche, it would also alienate some of my current followers and since my main account, @anomadsoul is half of @ocd-witness, I don't want people to feel like I'm beginning to become too obnoxious, impatient or at some point - as I mentioned - too irreverent.

Besides, once you activate your Three Speak account, it doesn't matter how many Steem followers you have, everyone starts from scratch and begins building their follower base and audience from zero. So, if I'm already going to start from scratch, I might as well do it properly and link my account name directly to what the topic of my videos will be.

Ok, I'm done explaining myself. Be on the lookout for my new account. I won't tell you its name because I'm currently writing this post from my plane from Kunming, Yunnan, China to Bangkok, Thailand and I'm not able to claim and create the account, and I don't want anyone to create the account before I do - \yeah, like that would happen.

Now, for the good part

For fucks sake, I missed my freaking plane in Kunming to Chiang Mai. I can't believe it, it seems like everytime I travel, my Mexicanness has to mess with my agenda.

Granted, I'm a Mexican that travels. That's a lot to say for a third worlder and I'm grateful for the luck I got and the strength I built by myself to have this life. But think about it, third world people are screwed from birth and if it's not for the non-existent power our passport holds, we are limited to travel to places we can afford - which are basically a handful of other third world countries. If that's not enough and we manage to get the money to travel, the current need of visa/strict as hell entry rules to visit pretty much anywhere outside our shithole gets in our way. Oh, look! So you have a bit of money and got a Visa and all those permits? Well, other countries don't care, because why would a Mexican be traveling so far away from their cactus and tequila? Something's wrong here, he must be from a cartel or looking to start a life in other country, we should make his life miserable so he thinks not twice, but thrice about leaving his tacos behind.

Well, let me tell you how my past three days were. You're in for a treat and a few giggles.

Let's start from the beginning, bear with me:

November 1st, 6 pm: My Grandma insists that I write her daily. I might not be home by Christmas and she kind of hates me for that, so she demands I stay in touch. I don't stay in touch, never, even less than never when I'm traveling. Call me selfish it whatever but I just don't. I had a hard time explaining that to her but eventually we compromised and I have her my Instagram so she can check the sporadic stories I upload there for my 14 followers. We have some dinner and I go to sleep on the tiny living room couch, the couch where I sleep every time I go to Mexico City to visit her.

November 2, 2 am: I wake up, slept like four hours and just like every night I sleep there, I wake up even more tired than when I went to bed (ejem, couch). I take my cab to the airport and I arrive on time to board on time, that is 5 am in case you were curious.

November 2, 9 am: I arrive in Canada, permit for short term stay in hand, otherwise I get rejected. Return or onwards plane ticket saved on my phone, otherwise they have every right to tell this Mexican to fuck off. The bald, white and old immigration officer's english is weird as hell - consider I just took my professional English test and aced it as a 1%er - and he's just looking for a reason to deny me entry. After being rude and literally throwing my passport to me and telling me that's all, go, I knew this trip would be a mainly ups rollercoaster.

November 2, 11 pm: After spending the whole day in Vancouver, trying to spend as little as possible while exploring the city as much as I could, I arrive to the airport again. I don't want to spend 30 dollars on a hostel bed so I take my chances with a couple of airport chairs and hope the security dudes go easy on me.

November 3rd, 10 am: I got some sleep. I managed to put a post together despite how tired I was. I don't feel great but meh, I've experienced worse airport nights and I still have a lot to endure, so I suck it up and go board my plane to Nanjing.

November 3rd-4th no idea what time it is and I can't determine on what time zone I am: The freaking couple behind me won't shut up their ugly and loud crying kid. It's been at least 4 hours since the plane took off and the little shit hasn't stopped crying. The mother who is even uglier hasn't even bothered in shutting her up and the dad doesn't give a single fuck about it. I tried complaining with the Chinese flight attendants but if they understood what I said, which I'm pretty sure they didn't, they couldn't care less about the spawn from hell who by the way, didn't shut up during the 13 hours the flight lasted. I couldn't sleep a single bit, I'm not overreacting or exaggerating, I didn't have at least ten minutes of straight sleep and despite my efforts of making the crew shut her up and at one point me standing up and shout at the mom after telling her several times to do something, the fugly baby never stopped. I'm pretty sure the baby had a disability because I've never seen a 2 year old cry, complain and even play around being so fucking loud and out of control.

November 4th, 3 pm in Nanjing, China: We have to wait 2 hours in immigration with people who speak worse english than me drunk as hell when I was 16 while trying to convince a rooster we can conquer Europe with a couple of swords. Yeah, so, pretty much zero. I don't have internet and I can't access my emails (apparently Google and hence Gmail are blocked from access in China) to show my plane reservations and per stuff. I have some screenshots so after trying to explain they're not fake tickets and I'm indeed not planning on making a life in making, I get my transit Visa. I'm already late for my next flight.

November 4th, 7 pm in Nanjing: Made it to the plane. Surprise! I got the same seat as the last flight… oh no, the crying little turd is behind me, again. I'm not enduring this, not again, especially when I have a 12 hour layover in yet another airport. I ask to get my seats changed. No available seats. Risking getting my ass handed to me, I tell the flight attendants I'm not flying next to the baby and that I will not take a No for an answer, in getting my seat changed or I won't fly and I won't leave the plane easily.

November 4th, 7:15 pm: There were available seats and I got one. Apparently they just didn't want to go through the hazzle of letting me change seats. What a wonderful Airline.

November 4th, 10 pm: Hello Kunming. Ciao airport wifi that is good for nothing. Nihao seats that have the hobo bar - that arm rest thing that prevents people from lying down on them and actually catching some sleep. Arigato third shitty night in a row.

Doesn't matter, I'm used to worse. This is nothing compared to other stuff I've dealt with. But somehow, I was already drained and felt like fuck everything. Maybe it's old age :P or Just a tired traveler's psyche.

November 5, 9 am: Get in line to check in for my Chiang Mai flight. Think I won't have any issue because I'm just getting out of China and once I get to Thailand I'll have normal internet access and I'll be fine with the immigration officer asking me for my will, my 7th year grades, my dog's both certificate and my NASA degree.

Well, think again you filthy Mexican. The dude that is just there to give you a worthless piece of paper called boarding pass is asking for
a) Return or onwards ticket
b) Thai Visa (even though you checked around 13 times in different websites and you can actually get one on arrival. Yeah, even Mexicans can do that).
c) Reservation for your full stay in Thailand
d) Cash to prove you can afford Thailand

Well, I have all of that. I got each point of that list crossed because I know the Thai immigration will ask for it. But why the fuck should I show this to the Chinese boarding pass giver? Yeah, this is a rethorical question. I know they are just covering their ass but if I already showed you my hotel reservatios, the cash and all the papers I need to get my visa (and convinced you I don't need one since I can get one in arrival), at least cut me some slack and allow me to not show you my onwards ticket, after all I already told you I do have it but I can't access my email since your country doesn't allow me to do it.

Well, that's a no, Mexican. You can't leave China right now. But your Visa is only valid until tonight at 11:59 pm so you better find an option soon. Oh and yeah, fuck you.

November 5, 1 pm: I had to buy another onwards ticket just to be able to show it. I had to send the confirmation to my dad's email but I didn't count with the fact that WhatsApp, Twitter, Instagram, Facebook and obviously Gmail doesn't work on a Chinese wifi. So he got the flight confirmation but I want able to receive the screenshots. I didn't even have discord access and telegram was glitchy as hell.

I got my flight confirmation screenshots from acidyo though slack after my dad sent them via email to him. What a shitshow.

Ok now I need to book another flight to Thailand since I just lost my Chiang Mai one a couple of hours ago. Skyscanner for the win on a slow and glitchy WiFi service. 45 minutes later I click part for ticket and voila, my card was declined by unknown reasons. Well, everybody is fucking with me so I might as well go fuck myself.

November 5, 3 pm: I had to buy a physical plane ticket in one of those desks where they overcharge you as if you were their only cash cow around - which you might be since everyone buys this shit online nowadays.

November 5, 5 pm: I get in line to check in again, this time I'm a bit nervous because I spent some cash on my plane ticket to Bangkok AND Vietnam as onward ticket and now I don't have the money required to get into Thailand. Ironic, isn't it?

I hand in my passport, answer literally two questions and I get my boarding pass.

I kinda wanted to complain about why the hell didn't she asked for all the crap the first dude asked for, but what would be the purpose of that other than ranting for the sake of ranting, right?

I've slept less than a rabbit during humping season and I probably smell like crap - I hope I don't, and I haven't gotten any weird looks so far - but oh well, I'm already flying to Bangkok and in supposed to arrive in one hour.

Word on the street says that the immigration officers are not asking for proof of liquidity (cash) when you arrive to Bangkok, I'm hoping that word is true and I don't get rejected from attending SF.

Either way, I hope I'll see you in a few hours wherever you guys are having a blast.

Rant is over. I'll try to get some sleep now so I'm good to go after taking a shower and relaxing for a bit in my hostel.