Andy went to the bus station to get a song-taew to pick us up. We were packed and ready to go but I was starting to get very sad! We rode to the bus station and while Andy was buying our tickets, we were surprised by the arrival of Pe Meaw and Rahn. We said good-byes again.
As hard as I tried to stay awake, I did nap on the bus. I didn't want to miss one minute with Andy. We got to Bangkok around 2 a.m., plenty of time to catch our flight.
We caught a taxi from the bus stop. The little taxi driver had a beaten up car and strapped our suitcases in the trunk with bungee cords. He drove through part of the city until we got to the freeway. We were the slowest car. He talked to Andy who was in the front seat and had him read a postcard to him that he had received from someone in St. Louis. I'm not sure if he understood it or not. We passed a cab with a flat tire, which he giggled about. He was really cute.
We checked in at the airport and spent our last minutes with Andy. I told him how brave he was by going to Thailand and how proud I am of him. I hugged him, kissed him, and cried. I tried hard not to fall apart too much because I want him to know I am happy that he is so happy. He stood at the entrance to security for a while and we waved goodbye.
Our flights home were uneventful. We mostly slept, watch parts of some movies, had a horrible flight attendant from Tokyo to Detroit. I can say that the Tokyo airport was very nice and had the nicest smoking lounge I have ever seen anywhere. The restrooms have toilets with remotes for flushing, bidet, etc. which were pretty cool.
And as I arrived home and looked at my house and belongings, I was embarrassed by the excess we have in our lives. I remember the words of Inga from Astoria/Berlin - "I have enough."
And most of all, I am so thankful I was able to take this trip which would not have been possible without my brother Mike!