chiang mai for broke tourists (no bands, just humans and questionable coffee)

woke up in a hostel with a fan spinning so loud it sounded like a jet engine. the bathroom light flickered each time i turned it on. stank of fried mango and lutefisk from the room next door. but hey, price was right. 200 bucks for a bed that squeaks when you shift. cheap is cheap.

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