I am walking. Walking, walking, walking. I watched Jack Kerouac movie on the road. And it inspired me to walk. Also read dharma bums. I really wanted to walk. Just walking, you know. And then I had 10 days to arrive to Kuala Lumpur and thought this is good chance. So I started. I walked in the morning mist, sun was rising, at some point guy from airport picked me up and gave a ride and so did two ladies after him. I had pad thai in next city and I felt good and food was good, with so many vegetables. Unlimited. Only 30 baht. I kept walking. I was hot, sweating, palm trees around me. Thirsty. I walked. Lady from a hospital picked me up and gave a ride to next city. I walked, sun was setting and I thought where I will sleep. I got last ride and guys took me to a temple. Monks showed me a river to clean and wash myself from road dust and my where sleep and they gave food. We talked a little and with sunset I went to sleep. Next day I started walking, just uphill, downhill. Sometimes someone gave a short ride. I ate at roadside diners, but I wasn’t really hungry. Only legs hurt sometimes. A guy picked me up and tried to touch me and offer me money for certain business. I declined and pushed his hand away. Later that evening in the next temple I stayed in a monk’s room and he used Google translator to tell me he loves me and started to show me instagram pictures of guy genitals. And more. Weird. I ignored him, kept reading mu book and then slept. Next day I kept walking through some tree plantations. I just wanted to take shortest route to Malaysia, avoiding highways and… And noise of the cars. Just nature. It was hot. My feet were swollen. Really hot. I kept walking in trance state. After three hours or so, little boy gave a me ride and took to the end of the forest plantation. There was tiny shop where I bought beer. Cold beer. It was so good. Amazing. Cold water and cold beer. I sat down and I was amazed. Bought another beer and decided to keep walking. Road was better now. I walked only few hundred meters when guy hellod me and invited over. I went because he seemed speaking English. And he did. And he gave me water and his brother gave me kapuk, some weird bitter drink made from tree leaves, coca cola and couch syrup. I didn’t feel any effect, but perhaps I was tired. His brother friend gave me new flip flops, because they didn’t like the state of current ones. Also they gave some medicine to clean my foot. I didn’t notice, but skin filled with water under my foot and then whole skin came away and it was all red and painful. They said I should stay for a night and I decided why not. We kept drinking kapum, water and coffee and later thai whiskey and they said if I have black shirt we will go to his friends grandmother funeral. They brought guitar and we were jamming and improvised songs about walking. We kept drinking. We went to funeral at dark and drank lots of beer and whiskey. You wouldn’t know it’s a funeral unless someone tells you. Everybody was eating, drinking and gambling as well. Just drinking. I tried to slow down, because I was really-really tired. But we went home at some point. They gave a big large bed, it looked so good. Big bed for me. Probably little boys, who’s bed it was, were sleeping with parents, and I was so tired and drunk that it made me happy. I climbed on side of the bed. Not to occupy all of it. And slept. Slept all night. Until 7 in the morning. When I watched sun rising behind the palm trees and vegetation and chicken running around and making noise. Are you going soon they asked and I decided yes. I packed my bag, taped my wound and took new flip flops, finished my coffee, filled water bottle and started walking. They have also coke bottle filled with kapum brew. And I started walking. I walked. I didn’t have hangover, just foggyness and easyness in my mind. Just my body walking. And I went. I made a stop at some point and drank all the kapum. Sat little more. And started walking. High of happyness came over me. Light in my mind and body, it was exciting. Exhilarating. Amazing. Just walked and walked and I thought thoughts of home and family and friends and me. Just being. It was beautiful. Truck Driver offered short ride to town called Trang. Only place name I remember apart from Chaiya where I started and Phun Phin, which was on the way. In Trang there wasn’t much for me and I kept walking to other side looking for temples. Two rejected me and said no space. I kept walking and sun was setting. I was fine. I was thinking I’m fine. My foot hurt a bit, it was swollen. I started hitchhiking. Guy with motorcycle ice cream took me and gave a short lift. And showed me a way to temple. Evening was settling. I arrive and a guy comes with a big smile. I show sign for sleeping and he smiles and shows me to follow him this way. They unlock room for me and give water. I wash myself and my swollen leg and eat some fast noodles and lay down for a sleep. I sleep deepest sleep ever on a hard stone floor. I don’t move. I sleep and see good dreams. Just sleeping. In the morning monk knocks on a door and has a soup for me with little pastries and green tea with lagrits candies inside. I eat, I treat my leg and decide to take it slowly. Walking slowly. Family picks me up, then a guy, then a two girls who use translator app to ask if I can drive a scooter and then they let me drive the scooter to the next city them sitting behind. I walk a little and a guy with pickup truck picks me up and gives long ride. 60 kilometers to the border to go. I sit down in front of the 7-eleven, on a street among Muslim kids laughing at me, laughing at the white foreigner, farang as they say. I sit down to write those stream of memories on my phone.