I leave in the morning. The taxi arrives around 3.45am, and my husband will drive with me to Calcutta's Dum Dum Airport (I couldn't make that up...), a 3 hour ride away at that time of the morning when the roads are quiet.
There, my winged chariot will take me 2 hours away to Bangkok. I'll arrive at lunch time and depart the following evening. My hotel is booked, my shuttle will be waiting at the airport, and the streets of Bangkok beckon. On my list, Thai spices for Brenda in Paraguay--a shopping order only an expat in a third-worldish kind of shopping environment could understand.So I'm ready: my bags are packed, my heart is starting to ache, and the sounds of the village are sharper, keener than usual...I want to remember every birdsong, every leaf, every flower, every footprint, every quirk and endearing trait that might normally frustrate but which today are like precious jewels I want to gather into me. As we draw away, my eyes will fill with tears, and I will think, as I always do, "I wish I was staying..."
See you in Bangkok...



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Go on, I'm waiting...