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AWOL.COM/Alice Edwards’ Travel Blog
13 June – 3.12 p.m.
Hey.
I know this is really lame and I hate it when people make a thing of doing this, but I think I’m going to come off social media andAWOLfor a couple of weeks. I just need a bit of head space to think. But I didn’t want anyone to think I was dead if I just disappeared without a word, so here it is. I’mfine, I just want to enjoy my last bit of Thailand in silence.
Bye for now.
Ax
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Danny Boy
|GOOD RIDDINS STUPID COW
Karen Gill
Replying to Danny Boy
|↑what he said.JK! Miss you already. Have fun and stay safe out there.
Hollie Baker
|Noooo! You and Constance Beaumontare my fave bloggers to follow!! Come back soon!!!
I am not too proud to admit this has been a tough few days.
So, yeah. Joe and Mark left.
Joe said an awkward goodbye, standing in the doorway, looking like he wanted to say so much more, but Mark just picked up his bag and went. I’d say he went silently but boy howdy did he slam that front door. It was awful.
I basicallystayed in bed for a fulltwenty-four hours, and after forcing myself to get out of bed, I’ve mostly been wandering around feeling shitty and wondering what to do. I guess I should get back to my original itinerary?
It’s not always been easy, being away from home for a long time – away from familiar things and familiar people – but this is the first time I’ve really, really wanted to quit.
The thing is, I wasn’t mentally prepared for being alone for this part. I’d got used to having the guys around. Got used to having someone orsome-two to bounce things off. I got used to having people there to go, ‘Ooh, look at that pretty thing over there, isn’t that pretty!’ And now I am here without a safety net, and it feels like I’mfree-falling. I’m suddenly realising how cut off I am.And looking at social media andAWOLmade me feel even lonelier for some reason.
I am sad.
Making the whole thing worse is that all the drinking I’ve been doing these past few weeks – not to mention the jet lag and odd hours I’ve kept – has caught up with me all at once. My face has not been thisacne-ridden since I went on the pill in 2007. And, as happens whenever I’m seriously rundown, I have thrush. Bad thrush.Bad-bad, rubbing yourself on things, red, sore,cottage-creamy thrush. There’s nothing to make you want to run back home like being around strangers, a million miles away from your home comforts with an itchy, burning vagina.Believe me.
I was really hoping it would go away on its own, but yesterday I couldn’t take it any more, so went into a Thai chemist tobeg for help.
‘Do you speak English?’ I half whispered at the girl behind the counter, who genuinely didn’t look more than about twelve years old. She pulled a face, looking helpless, which I could only assume meant she didn’t even understand the question.
I tried anyway, but I’ve never been good at charades.
‘I need help. I have ... um, thrush?’ I said, half pointing at my crotchand waving in the air for some reason. She looked blank.
‘Thrush? A yeast infection? You know,itchy-itchy,sore-sore, down there?’ I kept going. ‘Really red?Ow-y?’
She looked behind her shoulder, slightly alarmed.
