Our stay in Eastin Thana City Golf Resort Bangkok ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
The *overpriced* car ride... The car ride to the golf resort had been a hazy memory. For the whole journey , I rested my head on Ninang's shoulder, eyes narrowed from being engulfed in darkness with only the lights of passing cars and streetlights guiding the taxi driver's sight. It wasn't until then that when the driver helpfully loaded our luggage onto the concrete, I realised this wasn't no ordinary golf resort I'd pictured in my head. Eastin Thana Golf resort was far more larger, spread out, and oddly comforting and inviting rather than the intimidating Nina Hotel accommodation I'd stayed in at Hongkong. I bit back a groan as I dragged myself to the hotel, Mum and Ninang checking us in. I maintained a facade that shown that my bones aren't gonna snap in half if I take another flight again, when really, the case was otherwise. I don't even know if I'm gonna make it to the hotel room at this point. And where do I go?? As if heaven-sent and the c...