Last day in Bangkok. Last day of my trip. It is midnight and I am sitting in the waiting room of Suvarnabhumi airport. Thai exit stamp in my passport. Waiting for a plane that will fly me to Prague. I feel the same like when I was a kid and the two months summer holiday was ending. Well, this trip was a little longer. Almost three years. But then again – when I was a kid time seemed to be slower. Those two month used to be endless. I could do so much in that time. So maybe it's like three years now is same like two years back then?
