Hot Rain Beats Cold Rain...Hands Down

Sunday 3rd October 2010

Bangkok greated us with plenty of the wet stuff - around 13 hours non-stop to begin! Smiling but exhausted, with heavy tropical rain in our faces (pretty refreshing) we arrived at Sawasdee House around 10pm (if not a little woken up thanks to our first Thai taxi driver, who lets just say WAS not a "slow lane" kinda Cabbie!)

680BHT bought us a small, dimley lit box, with a bed like actual concrete (discussions were had in regards to swapping the 'bed' for the floor)...if we learned nothing else within our first 2 hours of being in Thailand, then at least we now knew NEVER to believe what we saw on a website! But with our own bathroom and AC...hey, at least were here :) :) :)

The next whistle-stop 48 hours in Bangkok were nothing less than eventful - Choking traffic, countless tuk-tuk ("hey lady - you take Tuk-tuk?"), rice, noodles (many containing unknown ingrediants), the music, the rain, the smoke, the heat, more heat, some more rain, 1 thai massage, 1 gym session, 2 hostels, one fan that sounded like a helicopter, hot shower, cold shower, a-million-and-one Koh San gangsters ("ping-Pong show sir?", "we make NICE suit for you"), shopping, seeing, smelling....a-sore neck-from-looking...

...PHEW...now some sleeping - Bangkok is nothing short of MENTAL...and a bit weird...ok, VERY weird...wierd but captivatingly wonderful :) :)

(photos on the way)

Bangkok Bound!

(Saturday 2nd October 2010)

Having eaten the Final, and official "last Supper" of STEAK, in Crouch End with Pip and Jackie, we made our way to Heathrow for our 22.35 departure! Check in went without a hitch (so far so good!), and the flights generally weren't too bad...a decent view of Abu Dahbi (ahem...James MEANT to say Dubai), and a great movie line up, made up somewhat for fat-snoring-idiot and BO guy.

Clearly 15 hours flying is less than ideal, but to my advantage at least, my smallness (thanks Smalley) allowed for me to contort myself 'creatively' into an array of interesting positions - to Jame's utter dismay- His 36 inch legs on the other hand were NEVER designed for economy!

To top it all off, neither of us were made to feel any better having to stroll by EMPTY 1st class sleeper beds!!...poor Fitzy :(

Ten Pairs of Pants and a Toothbrush

Written somewhere over India....

It's possibly fair to admit that organization is not really a defining attribute to my character...erm at all. YET, miracles seemingly do happen, when, a WHOLE 3 DAYS before the off, I'm sat admiring 10kg beautifully organized (if I do say so myself - just look at the photos( items in my (all beit a little "too new"( rucksack!!

Old Hat Fitz on the other hand - who, to my annoyance has already nicknamed me "Newb" (rolls eyes( - decides a far more "fly by the seat of your pants" approach is required, and, with approximately 30 minutes until we leave for the airport (in betwen practicing bicep curls with my 10kg sack( rolls a few pairs of shorts and customary vests into the beloved Vango, shurgs, in a "that'll do it" fashion AND then performs some kind of weird meditative ritual...hmmm, yes Jmaes, THAT should do thetrick...my GOD what other weird stuff will I whitness you doing over the next 10 months?!

OK! see you in Bangkok!!...Hmm now where did I put that red passport thingy...

Nikki x