I came to Thailand alone on May 11, 2016. The next morning, as I was checking on my things, I found out that my toiletries were incomplete. So I went out for a morning walk hit the nearest 711. It was 8 in the morning but it felt like it was 10 already so I ran. I found the nearest 711 some five blocks or six (irdk) away from the university hotel. The moment I stepped out of that door, I really don’t know which way to go anymore. See, I love going to places but I don’t have the sense…