the voices in my head say...

so many reasons: our tour van making produce deliveries on the side, then basically off-roading on a muddy path, then stopping and just being told to walk farther along the muddy road; walking along that muddy road and suddenly coming across elephants; riding an elephant nearly randomly through the jungle while getting hit by thorny branches and spider-webs with Christina the elephant-trainer-in-training and Brit almost breaking her leg after getting it stuck between a branch and the elephant, then myself falling off; trekking randomly through the jungle back to the van; visiting a Karen hill tribe village (kinda sad); trying to figure out exactly what the deal is with the other two tourists in our group, super-antisocial Gary and the young Thai woman with him, fairly certain she was a GFE (GirlFriend Experience, yeah, look it up); seeing the waterfall (ok, that was normal); the crazy toilet where we stopped for lunch…poor Britney, thank god I am a guy; bamboo river rafting lead by a guide who can’t swim and made a passenger give him their life-vest so he could go through the bad rapids while the four of us passengers had to make a semi-dangerous 100 foot scramble over tree roots and rocks which at one point included the four of us all holding hands (I almost fell in once); a bathroom so dirty that I could barely use it to just change clothes; running into Christina again on the ride home; and finally, finding out much later that during the ride home Britney’s method for helping me with Christina (being my wingman) was to not talk.