Going up

Pressure < 50 bar. Time to ascend.
One last panang and off to the airport, where everything went surprisingly smooth. Not too long or short time between flights, no crying/kicking babies next to me, no lost luggage. And when I passed customs at Landvetter, my dad was there, ready to give me and my stuffed backpacks a ride home. 
I was Wat Weary and Temple Tired. I needed rest from rice and had 'nuff of noodles. I was sick of the sun and bored of the beaches.
No, that's not really true, but as all good things must do, so must this trip come to an end.
As always, I don't regret a second of it. The stunning subaquatic scenery, the crowded cities, the billions of scooters, the bottled water, the bottles of watery beer, the heat and humidity, the language barriers, the friendliness of the locals, the awesomeness of the co-travellers, the culture clashes, the stress and relaxation, the list goes on. And on. And on, as does my heart.
Kawp khun ka, akun, gum urn and kowp jai I bid to south east Asia, and can once again establish that this was my best. Trip. Ever!

This century.

At least top 30.