Where do I start, where do I end..

Where do I start, where do I end..
I constantly start writing down an event, as I often have the urge to share an experience with you. But then I don't have the time to finish it and something new happens that I want to write about.
So my dears, I'm sorry for not keeping in touch for so long.
But now I finally managed to organize my notes and thoughts and I will make more effort to write a small blog entry regularly in the future.
But actually, it's a good sign for a month filled with experiences in Thailand, right?
That's how it was :)

Right now, I'm sitting next to other young backpackers and travelers in a long, rickety wooden boat that is taking us across the Mekong from the Thai border towards Laos, to Luang Prabang. The tour lasts almost three days because the boat travels at an absolute snail's pace and we will sleep in a small village until the next day when we continue with the boat.

Two days ago, Merle and I separated in Pai, the most wonderful place in Thailand, which I will talk about later.
After two unforgettable and intense months of our friendship, in which we got along incredibly well, the goodbye was more than difficult for us. However, we were and are excited and looking forward to the time of solo travel. It's kind of a crazy mix of emotions.

Merle has since flown to Vietnam and everything that I had with me through her in the past two months, security and familiarity, my friend with whom I planned, discussed, compared, worked through, reflected, argued, laughed or cried, with whom I could exchange and share everything, is suddenly gone, miles away.
Well, and now I'm sitting here alone in a Lao wooden box, called a boat, drifting along one of the largest rivers in the world, hoping that it will make it to the destination. The many passengers who have taken seats as well as the rice and vegetable sacks and the many pieces of luggage definitely exceed the maximum weight for which the boat was originally designed. The reason for my little restlessness might also be that three seconds after the start, a strange piece broke off from the boat and when I wanted to support myself, I pressed a hole into the wall with my hand when I was on the toilet. Stable is something else!
Well, lirum larum.. probably everything is fine for Lao standards and I should just relax. Besides, the thought that the Mekong is not very wide and I should be able to swim to one side of the bank in case of emergency comforts me. Besides, there are no crocodiles here. They don't exist in all of Asia. Period.

It's a great group that I've been with for the second day now and I don't even know who to start a conversation with first. I'm a little overwhelmed by the number of new potential conversation partners or new travel companions.
My inner pressure and expectations of myself to make contact with someone to not lose connection and to not feel lonely is high. At the same time, I want to have peace and time to do macrame, read, and listen to music. It's a really strange state of mind that I'm in right now.

But now, in the next blog entry, finally back to the past month.