Can we smoke in here?

I made it to Thailand.

Nobody put cocaine in my luggage, I’m not a brothel mommy, I haven’t been sold into prostitution, I haven’t been left high and dry and unemployed, and I haven’t died of heat stroke.

Yet.

I have been here four days and three nights and I already have a functional cellphone, an apartment, and prospects for extra work.

I have no hot water or kitchen in my apartment. I’ll be taking cold showers for a year, and I have a sink out on the balcony. I will be cooking on electric grills on the balcony. Which is, actually, lovely.

There are lizards in my bathroom.