I know some of you crusty old gits are going to be unhappy with this topic because you much prefer being in the West, but for those who do leave Thailand for extended periods, do you miss it when you are away? I sure do. Especially when I’m back in the West. The mind bending heat is absent when you leave Thailand, but after a while you start to miss it. Same with the chaos, the traffic, the rotting smells, even the noise. Somehow it all becomes part of the appeal.

The food, don’t even get me started. Super healthy local dishes everywhere in the land of smiles, full of mainly just rice, cooked fresh on the street, and for next to nothing. Not overpriced, imported stuff that has travelled halfway across the world and costs three times what it should. And it actually tastes like something. You can eat well every day without even thinking about it.

And then there are the people. Yes, they might bump into you while staring at their phones, but there is something more relaxed about it all. Less stiff, less guarded. People smile, joke, chat, and get on with things without overthinking every interaction. There is a kind of ease to it that you do not really notice until you are away from it.

And the way people dress, maybe less polished, but more practical, more laid back, less trying to prove anything.

Anyway, I will stop there because the comparisons could go on forever. But really, what is there to miss about the West when you are away? The cold? The grey skies? The high prices? The over regulation? The feeling that everything is a bit too controlled?

You started two topics on the same subject.

6 minutes ago, Rockyroad said:

You started two topics on the same subject.

One size doesn't fit all. That's why they make extra small sized condoms for you and extra large sized condoms for me.

I wouldn't call Thai food super healthy. It's drenched in sugar, sodium, and MSG. While tasty, it's far from healthy. Adding cooked on the street doesn't conjure images of health either.

Less trying to prove anything? The basis of Thai culture is image. Have you not noticed the proliferation of non-authentic goods?

I miss things about home that aren't here. I miss real pizza. I miss Italian beefs. I miss easy return policies and the simple availability of things.

None of these things would make me want to go back tho. Viva La Thailand.

1 minute ago, SoCal1990 said:

One size doesn't fit all. That's why they make extra small sized condoms for you and extra large sized condoms for me.

I'm glad you and your boyfriend use condoms. Put two on just to be sure.

1 minute ago, Rockyroad said:

I'm glad you and your boyfriend use condoms. Put two on just to be sure.

Thanks for the advice, Susan.

3 minutes ago, happydreamer said:

I wouldn't call Thai food super healthy. It's drenched in sugar, sodium, and MSG. While tasty, it's far from healthy. Adding cooked on the street doesn't conjure images of health either.

I fully agree. It was actually a bit of sarcasm aimed at the crowd that think eating Thai food all day is great. Aside from all the unhealthy ingredients you mentioned, 2/3 of what's on the plate is usually an empty starch of either rice or noodles. One of the various factors that contributes to the high incidence of diabetes in Thailand.

1 minute ago, SoCal1990 said:

I fully agree. It was actually a bit of sarcasm aimed at the crowd that think eating Thai food all day is great. Aside from all the unhealthy ingredients you mentioned, 2/3 of what's on the plate is usually an empty starch of either rice or noodles. One reason that contributes to the high incidence of diabetes in Thailand.

Do Thais have memory issues like you?

12 minutes ago, KhunLA said:

Same, same, but different.

8 minutes ago, Rockyroad said:

Do Thais have memory issues like you?

Dunno Susan, but I get admired by the women non stop. And I get beach bungalows discounted because I am nice to them. Even receiving free food and transport is not hard if you know how to communicate with Thais. You become like part of the family... Déjà vu, innit.

5 minutes ago, SoCal1990 said:

Dunno Susan, but I get admired by the women non stop. And I get beach bungalows discounted because I am nice to them. Even receiving free food and transport is not hard if you know how to communicate with Thais. You become like part of the family... Déjà vu, innit.

Sogay, You wish you did. That's why you started the same topic twice in 16 hours.

7 minutes ago, SoCal1990 said:

Dunno Susan, but I get admired by the women non stop. And I get beach bungalows discounted because I am nice to them. Even receiving free food and transport is not hard if you know how to communicate with Thais. You become like part of the family... Déjà vu, innit.

8 minutes ago, Rockyroad said:

Sogay, You wish you did. That's why you started the same topic twice in 16 hours.

You're fast Susan, but only if you had the gift of the prose like @richard_smith237. Well, I guess we can't all be like Hemingway.

Just now, SoCal1990 said:

You're fast Susan, but only if you had the gift of the prose like @richard_smith237. Well, I guess we can't all be Hemingway.

Sogay, start an original topic and stop being so gay. You sound really pathetic.

I’ll wade in, seeing as my name’s been casually tossed into the ring - I’ll do my best to keep the prose suitably sharp and only mildly self-indulgent…

Both Thailand and the United Kingdom strike me as profoundly missable - though for entirely different reasons.

A proper spring or summer’s day in the UK is, frankly, untouchable. There’s something gloriously civilised about firing up a BBQ, lingering outdoors until the light finally gives up, and - in my case - attempting to convince the wife that camping is character-building (a campaign she continues to resist with admirable consistency). Even winter, when it behaves itself, has its charms - those crisp, dry days that feel almost theatrical in their stillness and one can hear a pigeon fart from a kilometre away, not to mention the occasional snowfall that transforms everything into something briefly magical - and gives us Brits sometihng real to moan about for a day or two... But most of all, its the beer - honest, well-crafted pints, with Herefordshire Pale Ale (HPA to those in the know) sitting comfortably among my favourites.

Thailand, on the other hand, plays an entirely different game - and plays it rather well. The food alone is enough to make me question my long-term loyalties. In Bangkok especially, eating isn’t merely sustenance - it’s almost a national sport, and one I’m more than happy to participate in with reckless enthusiasm.

Then there are the people. Thais tend to carry life a little more lightly - less hurried, less rattled by the trivial. That said, step outside the bustle of UK cities and you’ll find a similar ease there too, just expressed in a quieter, more understated way.

So where does that leave things? Ideally, living between both - taking the best each has to offer and politely ignoring the rest. As it stands, I make it back to the UK three or four times a year, which is more than enough to keep the connection alive without entirely losing my patience.

If teleportation were an option, I’d have signed up yesterday. Sadly, I’m still at the mercy of long-haul flights - a uniquely uncomfortable endurance test that manages to be both tedious and, quite literally, a pain in the backside. Business Class might soften the blow, but at £15,000 a year (for both Wife and I to travel) it’s a level of comfort I’m not quite prepared to finance out of sheer stubbornness - so I drug myself instead !

So yes - I miss them both. Equally, differently. The travel, however, remains an unrelenting nuisance I suspect I’ll never quite make peace with.

4 hours ago, richard_smith237 said:

I’ll wade in, seeing as my name’s been casually tossed into the ring - I’ll do my best to keep the prose suitably sharp and only mildly self-indulgent…

Both Thailand and the United Kingdom strike me as profoundly missable - though for entirely different reasons.

A proper spring or summer’s day in the UK is, frankly, untouchable. There’s something gloriously civilised about firing up a BBQ, lingering outdoors until the light finally gives up, and - in my case - attempting to convince the wife that camping is character-building (a campaign she continues to resist with admirable consistency). Even winter, when it behaves itself, has its charms - those crisp, dry days that feel almost theatrical in their stillness and one can hear a pigeon fart from a kilometre away, not to mention the occasional snowfall that transforms everything into something briefly magical - and gives us Brits sometihng real to moan about for a day or two... But most of all, its the beer - honest, well-crafted pints, with Herefordshire Pale Ale (HPA to those in the know) sitting comfortably among my favourites.

Thailand, on the other hand, plays an entirely different game - and plays it rather well. The food alone is enough to make me question my long-term loyalties. In Bangkok especially, eating isn’t merely sustenance - it’s almost a national sport, and one I’m more than happy to participate in with reckless enthusiasm.

Then there are the people. Thais tend to carry life a little more lightly - less hurried, less rattled by the trivial. That said, step outside the bustle of UK cities and you’ll find a similar ease there too, just expressed in a quieter, more understated way.

So where does that leave things? Ideally, living between both - taking the best each has to offer and politely ignoring the rest. As it stands, I make it back to the UK three or four times a year, which is more than enough to keep the connection alive without entirely losing my patience.

If teleportation were an option, I’d have signed up yesterday. Sadly, I’m still at the mercy of long-haul flights - a uniquely uncomfortable endurance test that manages to be both tedious and, quite literally, a pain in the backside. Business Class might soften the blow, but at £15,000 a year (for both Wife and I to travel) it’s a level of comfort I’m not quite prepared to finance out of sheer stubbornness - so I drug myself instead !

So yes - I miss them both. Equally, differently. The travel, however, remains an unrelenting nuisance I suspect I’ll never quite make peace with.

Thank you for chiming in, and for your eloquently written epilogue on the pros and cons of living and traveling between Thailand and Europe.

Yes, the regular back and forth travel really does blend the best of both worlds and makes the time spent in each place far more enjoyable. If only there were a magical elixir for the long haul flights, as you mentioned.

Business class would certainly ease the ordeal, but the cost of upgrading is nearly enough to rent an apartment for an extra month somewhere pleasant in Europe. That calculation alone always makes it harder to justify.

There are moments when I am wedged into an economy seat, barely able to move, asking myself why I do not just surrender myself and pay for business class a few times a year. Traveling alone does soften the financial sting somewhat. Still, I always arrive at the same conclusion: an extra $3,000 to $4,000 is not quite worth it for merely ten or twelve hours of added comfort. Others might disagree, and perhaps I will too as I get even older, but for now I still manage to keep my debit card in check and resist the temptation.

Travel within Asia is, of course, far easier. The flights are shorter, so I never even consider upgrading. But trips within the region never quite create that same sense of distance from Thailand in the way that traveling to Europe does.

Even so, I still prefer enduring the grueling long haul flights to Europe rather than opting for shorter trips within Asia, because I ultimately get more out of changing continents when I want to truly get away.

14 hours ago, SoCal1990 said:

Business class would certainly ease the ordeal, but the cost of upgrading is nearly enough to rent an apartment for an extra month somewhere pleasant in Europe. That calculation alone always makes it harder to justify.

One of my more 'code-crack' travel habits (definition stretched) - is the engineered Middle East layover (Asia to EU)... turning a grim endurance test into a slick, sub-24-hour pit stop. Luggage sails through to the final destination untouched, while I travel light - swimmers, fresh grundies, T-shirt in the carry-on.

The play.... Morning departure, land somewhere suitably shiny in the Middle East mid-afternoon, and stroll out of the airport like I’ve got a loyalty card for immigration and someone who time-zones were designed around... By 3pm I’m poolside, beer in hand, quietly applauding my own logic - right up until I clock the price of said beer at the hotel pool and realise its more than the cost of the hotel !!!

Early dinner - usually a solid bit of scran at a place beyond the shiny veneer where the 'locals' go thinking I've cracked that code too !!!... not only have pulled the wool over my own eyes that I'm the mastered jet-lag and time-zones, I've slipped in a bit of bit of local culture too...

Proper sleep. Up at a sparrow’s fart. Uber back to the airport, glide through security with unwarranted confidence, a fresh coffee, and onto the plane feeling… suspiciously human - but watching the show...

... the matted hair. Neck pillows stacked like Jenga. Parents negotiating with tiny dictators mid-nuclear meltdown, and hungover sex-pats who've drowned their departure sorrows and are already planning their next return - Naan, Ying or whoever it is, awaits (apparently) - I sit there, serene, wondering if I should share my “cracked the code” speech - before clocking the fast-track brigade avoiding eye contact with the rest of us riff-raff as if proximity might downgrade them.

The “quickie layover” is a thing of convenience and comfort. Especially with a family.

The wife tends to disagree entire.... She’s Thai. Which means sleep, in her world, isn’t planned - it’s deployed. Planes, trains, sofas, mid-sentence… wherever. The entire country treats sleep like a tactical advantage. Some lorry drivers, judging by the headlines, may have taken that philosophy a touch too far.

But, a Thai's ability to 'drop off' into the nether-world at moments notice is something I envy savagely.

Wife is usually asleep before take-off. I’m wide awake, bargaining with my eyelids and subtly shifting from cheek to cheek, trying not to look like a man losing both circulation, gas and dignity at 35,000 feet - but thats for a shorter duration... and while others are dozing overhead, or continuing the struggle, I'm horizontal in crisp hotel sheets somewhere like Dubai at 8pm, thinking… this was the move.

Next morning - uber to the airport, boarding pass already in hand, waltz through security like I'm great mates with Ahmed in his Dish-Dash, grab a coffee and board the the plane - cool, calm, fresh.... then land fresh, civilised, borderline pleasant. Family intact. No one hates me.

UK arrival: jet lag halved. Mood upgraded from “feral” to “manageable.” Then the classics - people standing up the moment the wheels touch the tarmac, and the luggage carousel scrum, as if getting two inches from the moving belt and glaring at it might summon their bag faster.

I swear by the Middle East layover. Proper sleep beats even the flashiest business-class cocoon IMO. And yes, I’ve done the Q-suite more times than I care to admit - lovely, indulgent… still not as effective as a cold beer, a pool, and a real bed halfway through - so when time permits - layover every chance I get

(IST, DXB, DOH, AUH).

1 hour ago, richard_smith237 said:

One of my more 'code-crack' travel habits (definition stretched) - is the engineered Middle East layover (Asia to EU)... turning a grim endurance test into a slick, sub-24-hour pit stop. Luggage sails through to the final destination untouched, while I travel light - swimmers, fresh grundies, T-shirt in the carry-on.

The play.... Morning departure, land somewhere suitably shiny in the Middle East mid-afternoon, and stroll out of the airport like I’ve got a loyalty card for immigration and someone who time-zones were designed around... By 3pm I’m poolside, beer in hand, quietly applauding my own logic - right up until I clock the price of said beer at the hotel pool and realise its more than the cost of the hotel !!!

Early dinner - usually a solid bit of scran at a place beyond the shiny veneer where the 'locals' go thinking I've cracked that code too !!!... not only have pulled the wool over my own eyes that I'm the mastered jet-lag and time-zones, I've slipped in a bit of bit of local culture too...

Proper sleep. Up at a sparrow’s fart. Uber back to the airport, glide through security with unwarranted confidence, a fresh coffee, and onto the plane feeling… suspiciously human - but watching the show...

... the matted hair. Neck pillows stacked like Jenga. Parents negotiating with tiny dictators mid-nuclear meltdown, and hungover sex-pats who've drowned their departure sorrows and are already planning their next return - Naan, Ying or whoever it is, awaits (apparently) - I sit there, serene, wondering if I should share my “cracked the code” speech - before clocking the fast-track brigade avoiding eye contact with the rest of us riff-raff as if proximity might downgrade them.

The “quickie layover” is a thing of convenience and comfort. Especially with a family.

The wife tends to disagree entire.... She’s Thai. Which means sleep, in her world, isn’t planned - it’s deployed. Planes, trains, sofas, mid-sentence… wherever. The entire country treats sleep like a tactical advantage. Some lorry drivers, judging by the headlines, may have taken that philosophy a touch too far.

But, a Thai's ability to 'drop off' into the nether-world at moments notice is something I envy savagely.

Wife is usually asleep before take-off. I’m wide awake, bargaining with my eyelids and subtly shifting from cheek to cheek, trying not to look like a man losing both circulation, gas and dignity at 35,000 feet - but thats for a shorter duration... and while others are dozing overhead, or continuing the struggle, I'm horizontal in crisp hotel sheets somewhere like Dubai at 8pm, thinking… this was the move.

Next morning - uber to the airport, boarding pass already in hand, waltz through security like I'm great mates with Ahmed in his Dish-Dash, grab a coffee and board the the plane - cool, calm, fresh.... then land fresh, civilised, borderline pleasant. Family intact. No one hates me.

UK arrival: jet lag halved. Mood upgraded from “feral” to “manageable.” Then the classics - people standing up the moment the wheels touch the tarmac, and the luggage carousel scrum, as if getting two inches from the moving belt and glaring at it might summon their bag faster.

I swear by the Middle East layover. Proper sleep beats even the flashiest business-class cocoon IMO. And yes, I’ve done the Q-suite more times than I care to admit - lovely, indulgent… still not as effective as a cold beer, a pool, and a real bed halfway through - so when time permits - layover every chance I get

(IST, DXB, DOH, AUH).

I do admire your strategy. There’s a certain “I’ve beaten the system and had a pint while doing it” vibe to the whole caper.

But… indulge me while I poke a bit at the electrical engineering behind the walls.

First snag is the luggage reality. Once you commit to the overnight in a Gulf state and stamp out through immigration, you are officially in the country, not hovering in some clever in between state. That means collecting your checked bags off the carousel and taking them with you. Airlines generally won’t keep them tucked away airside while you nip off for a swim and a lie down. You can dump them at left luggage if you’re determined, but now we’ve added queues, fees, and more mucking about to what was previously a very slick operation.

Then there’s the geography doing a quiet bit of sabotage. Running via Dubai, Doha, or Abu Dhabi means you’ve essentially split the journey into two very civilized chunks of six to seven hours apiece from the start. Perfectly tolerable flights on both sides. So the overnight stop isn’t really rescuing you from anything particularly grim on your horizon, it’s just inserting a rather pleasant intermission between two already manageable acts.

Now, Istanbul is where your argument sharpens up. Bangkok into Istanbul is a proper long haul, nudging ten plus hours, so stepping off and resetting there has some logic. But then you’re faced with only a three to four hour hop into Europe. At that point it does feel slightly like stopping just before a short taxi ride to take a long nap.

I’ve actually tested this, albeit unintentionally, with Turkish Airlines.

One trip, missed the connection in IST and got handed the overnight in a four star on a plate. Sounds luxurious. In practice, it was an hour of land transfer out to the distant hotel, arrival in IST mid afternoon, then back in the car at an ungodly hour of 4am for a 7am flight to the EU. All told, barely twelve hours in the swish hangout, fragmented by logistics. I emerged not refreshed, just… rearranged fatigue.

Second time, everything ran on schedule. After ten hours in the air and a short layover, thankfully I didn’t feel any pressing need to pause before the next three and a half hour hop. But the bags had other plans and took a later service, so I arrived, unpacked nothing, and spent the evening doing a bonus bag retrieval run back to the airport on my own time and dime. Not quite the seamless traveller fantasy. Suffice to say, two strikes with Turkish Airlines is enough for me and I probably won’t bother batting up for a third pitch.

Where I do think your strategy absolutely sings is on routes where the second leg is the real beast. Bangkok through Tokyo, for instance, where you’ve got a six to seven hour first hop followed by a twelve to thirteen hour haul to the US East Coast. That’s where a hotel, a shower, a proper dump, a decent ramen, and a reset genuinely change the game.

Coming back to BKK the other way through IST, DXB, DOH, AUH, same story. Coming off just a three to four hour flight into Istanbul from the EU doesn’t exactly cry out for an overnight before the long leg to Bangers. And with the Gulf hubs, you’re again just pausing between two similar six to seven hour stretches that one can grind through without too much drama.

So yes, I like the concept. I like the theatre of it even more. I’m just not entirely convinced the maths always backs up the mood.

That said… I’d be lying if I said the notion of “pool, cold bevie, proper bed at 8pm” didn’t almost win me over on the spot!

On 4/13/2026 at 4:02 PM, richard_smith237 said:

One of my more 'code-crack' travel habits (definition stretched) - is the engineered Middle East layover (Asia to EU)... turning a grim endurance test into a slick, sub-24-hour pit stop. Luggage sails through to the final destination untouched, while I travel light - swimmers, fresh grundies, T-shirt in the carry-on.

The play.... Morning departure, land somewhere suitably shiny in the Middle East mid-afternoon, and stroll out of the airport like I’ve got a loyalty card for immigration and someone who time-zones were designed around... By 3pm I’m poolside, beer in hand, quietly applauding my own logic - right up until I clock the price of said beer at the hotel pool and realise its more than the cost of the hotel !!!

Early dinner - usually a solid bit of scran at a place beyond the shiny veneer where the 'locals' go thinking I've cracked that code too !!!... not only have pulled the wool over my own eyes that I'm the mastered jet-lag and time-zones, I've slipped in a bit of bit of local culture too...

Proper sleep. Up at a sparrow’s fart. Uber back to the airport, glide through security with unwarranted confidence, a fresh coffee, and onto the plane feeling… suspiciously human - but watching the show...

... the matted hair. Neck pillows stacked like Jenga. Parents negotiating with tiny dictators mid-nuclear meltdown, and hungover sex-pats who've drowned their departure sorrows and are already planning their next return - Naan, Ying or whoever it is, awaits (apparently) - I sit there, serene, wondering if I should share my “cracked the code” speech - before clocking the fast-track brigade avoiding eye contact with the rest of us riff-raff as if proximity might downgrade them.

The “quickie layover” is a thing of convenience and comfort. Especially with a family.

The wife tends to disagree entire.... She’s Thai. Which means sleep, in her world, isn’t planned - it’s deployed. Planes, trains, sofas, mid-sentence… wherever. The entire country treats sleep like a tactical advantage. Some lorry drivers, judging by the headlines, may have taken that philosophy a touch too far.

But, a Thai's ability to 'drop off' into the nether-world at moments notice is something I envy savagely.

Wife is usually asleep before take-off. I’m wide awake, bargaining with my eyelids and subtly shifting from cheek to cheek, trying not to look like a man losing both circulation, gas and dignity at 35,000 feet - but thats for a shorter duration... and while others are dozing overhead, or continuing the struggle, I'm horizontal in crisp hotel sheets somewhere like Dubai at 8pm, thinking… this was the move.

Next morning - uber to the airport, boarding pass already in hand, waltz through security like I'm great mates with Ahmed in his Dish-Dash, grab a coffee and board the the plane - cool, calm, fresh.... then land fresh, civilised, borderline pleasant. Family intact. No one hates me.

UK arrival: jet lag halved. Mood upgraded from “feral” to “manageable.” Then the classics - people standing up the moment the wheels touch the tarmac, and the luggage carousel scrum, as if getting two inches from the moving belt and glaring at it might summon their bag faster.

I swear by the Middle East layover. Proper sleep beats even the flashiest business-class cocoon IMO. And yes, I’ve done the Q-suite more times than I care to admit - lovely, indulgent… still not as effective as a cold beer, a pool, and a real bed halfway through - so when time permits - layover every chance I get

(IST, DXB, DOH, AUH).

I like your style dude. :-)

Very verbose OP. Even more verbose replies. In a word YES!!

On 4/12/2026 at 3:42 PM, SoCal1990 said:

I know some of you crusty old gits are going to be unhappy with this topic because you much prefer being in the West, but for those who do leave Thailand for extended periods, do you miss it when you are away? I sure do. Especially when I’m back in the West. The mind bending heat is absent when you leave Thailand, but after a while you start to miss it. Same with the chaos, the traffic, the rotting smells, even the noise. Somehow it all becomes part of the appeal.

The food, don’t even get me started. Super healthy local dishes everywhere in the land of smiles, full of mainly just rice, cooked fresh on the street, and for next to nothing. Not overpriced, imported stuff that has travelled halfway across the world and costs three times what it should. And it actually tastes like something. You can eat well every day without even thinking about it.

And then there are the people. Yes, they might bump into you while staring at their phones, but there is something more relaxed about it all. Less stiff, less guarded. People smile, joke, chat, and get on with things without overthinking every interaction. There is a kind of ease to it that you do not really notice until you are away from it.

And the way people dress, maybe less polished, but more practical, more laid back, less trying to prove anything.

Anyway, I will stop there because the comparisons could go on forever. But really, what is there to miss about the West when you are away? The cold? The grey skies? The high prices? The over regulation? The feeling that everything is a bit too controlled?

Worth repeating: the underlying message in the OP's post is "I live in the wrong country".

So same query, with just a slight different slant to it. 'doesn't miss THE Thailand'

Relative to different reason being away from, need, holiday, living away. But, for me, there is nothing in TH, that is better than what's in the USA. Actually 2 negatives of TH, that are easily avoided in the use, being heat & pollution.

I've had better everything in the USA ..

... food, including Thai

... beer, Sex Drugs & RR

... cultural event: sporting, concerts, plays

... museums,

... surf

... diving & outdoor nature activites

... Nat. Parks

... Theme parks, if having kids

... a couple zoos for kids, that don't give extreme guilt complex.

... way more things for kids to enjoy

NO negative about the USA, except Taxes & Healthcare (if not on Medicare)

On 4/12/2026 at 3:50 PM, Rockyroad said:

You started two topics on the same subject.

Agree. Exactly the same. Maybe the moderator can merge them.

GF is attending and participating in upcoming seminars in KL, Singapore and Dubai.

It will be great to put Thailand totally out of my mind for those four or five days and just soak up the local otherness. Eat their variety of noodle soup, takin in a little cultural stuff , like a historic building tour, poke around in their bookstores.

Thailand is so comfortable that it’s easy to just sink into it. I like to be somewhere else about every 90 days just to keep myself non-complacent.

From the moment I first arrived in 2005,and still through today, for me, the greatest feeling in the world is flying home to Thailand 🇹🇭🙂