At first, you’re bemused by how much can be piled onto the back of a motorbike. You’re confused when your driver tells you the Grand Palace is closed. You’re appalled that you have to clamber over three other boats with your 40-pound backpack to get to your ferry.
You can’t put your finger on exactly when it happened, but one day you notice that you’re not fazed by anything any longer. All of those WTF moments you experienced in your first week slip away unnoticed, and suddenly become the new normal. Shuttle service running half an hour late? Standard. Torrential downpour that came out of nowhere? Classic.