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That first night I almost defaulted to a hotel buffet out of exhaustion. Thank god my taxi driver shook his head and dropped me at a street corner instead — these are the stalls and spots that hit different at midnight.
















Spent a week in Chiang Mai thinking I already knew Thai food from restaurants in the US. Turns out I'd been eating maybe 10% of the actual menu this country has to offer.
















Took two cooking classes — one was a tourist assembly line where I learned nothing, and one actually changed how I cook at home. The difference was night and day.
















Wrapped these in plastic bags inside ziplock bags inside dirty laundry. TSA gave me a look but every single bottle made it home intact and my kitchen has never been the same.














Spent maybe fifteen bucks total at Chatuchak Market on cooking tools that I now reach for more than anything in my kitchen drawer. The quality-to-price ratio is honestly embarrassing compared to what we pay back home.
















Hit at least one night market per city and by the third one I had a system — one savory dish, one sweet, one drink, repeat until physically unable to continue.
















Everyone talks about Thai iced tea, which is great, but the drink menu in this country goes way deeper than orange milk. Some of these I'd never even heard of before landing.
















American Thai restaurants give you fried banana and mango sticky rice. That's like saying American dessert is only apple pie. The actual dessert scene blew my mind.
















Took ferries to three islands and ate seafood at all of them. The difference between tourist-trap beachfront restaurants and the places locals eat was staggering — sometimes just one street back from the water.
















Bought five Thai cookbooks over the years. Two of them collect dust. These are the ones with pages stained in fish sauce because I actually use them.
















Walked into a 7-Eleven for water on my first night and walked out with a bag full of snacks I'd never seen before. Went back every single day of the trip. This is not an exaggeration.
















Made every rookie mistake in the book during my first few days — ordered wrong, ate wrong, tipped wrong, and sweated through three shirts. Save yourself the learning curve.














