The Thai Military Coup

I got to my hotel in Phuket. It was slightly more classy than my usual hostel but still didn’t break the bank. I couldn’t wait to become a properly washed human again. I couldn’t wait for clean sheets and whatever closed-captioned shitty American film that happened to be on the television. This room had hot water and a western toilet. I took a nice long shower, trimmed my nails, even used conditioner on my naps hair. Ton Sai had me feel like I’d been camping for 2 months straight. I even put a robe on (!!) and quickly hopped into my soft bed. I pulled out the takeout menu skimming through mysterious entrees and simultaneously turned on the TV. Ahhhh the luxuries in life, I was on cloud nine. As soon as the TV came on I had weird feelings come over me. Something was going on, and something big. I just didn’t understand any of it because I was too busy jungle crawling to check the news. Before I left for the islands (where nothing matters because you’re living the island life mon’) was when Thai politics started getting a little heavy. While I was passed out on a boat somewhere, The Thai Commander had launched a coup against the caretaker government of Thailand, following six months of political crisis. Then the Thai military established a junta called National Council for Peace and Order (NCPO.)

I went on Facebook and had only about 400 messages from concerned family and friends. I googled the details, much like how I googled What to do in Tsunami when in Nicaragua. Basically the coup meant this: It was my last week in Thailand and there was a 10pm curfew and I would not be watching any movies tonight. Protests would continue

Protests

I looked out on the usually party-fueled streets of Phuket and it was a ghost town. Every channel showed this while playing the Thai national anthem:

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   My once luxurious evening went from 100 to 0 real quick. I had no distractions, and I kept thinking about what I was going to do when this was all over and I had to go home. I knew that in just one week I’d have to do one of the hardest things of my life. Break someone’s heart.  I hadn’t had many down points on this trip, but this was my lowest. Between thinking I was kidnapped, being depressingly hungover and all this political shit, I laid in bed all night crying. (well not all night, I think I went down to the hotel bar for a little nightcap but you get the point.)

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