The flight
Thai air is awesome. Fact. The most legroom on any flight I’ve ever taken, free alcoholic drinks, a great meal (Thai red beef curry), plenty of snacks, free sandwiches on request, the checkin staff arranged for us to have 4 seats so we could lay down. Hands down just the best flight. The entertainment was almost non-existent and the tv screen was poor and a little too far away from us, but everyone only wanted to sleep anyway.
On a personal note, the stomach aching which had started just before our wedding and continued after it, got considerably worse. I visited the little boys room in the sky more times than I care to remember. More sleep was had than any flight I’ve taken before though. Swings, and stomach churning roundabouts.
Day 1
Arrive at BKK. After an hour getting through immigration we find a lady holding a board with something equating to a rough approximation of our name on it, who leads us to some seats and disappears back from where we came. After some considerable time I go to look for her, convinced she’s done a runner, and find her heading back towards us with another passenger. She then takes us outside and plops us on a bus.
Thailand is hotter than expected so the air conditioning is a pleasant surprise. What is also a surprise, though I’m not sure why as I’ve seen it in many places in the world, is that people here, in Bangkok at least, drive like crazy motherfuckers. After a while we deposit the Indian accented lady on the street (who seems less than at ease with the amount of direction given to her destination by our driver), and eventually find our hotel.
Once inside the quality of our hotel is again a pleasant surprise given it’s 3 * rating. We check in and make our way to our room, 629. Some minor problems with the door aside, we finally get into the room and collapse on the bed. Day one pretty much ends right there, even though it is only around 6pm.
Day 2
Given day one’s rather early night, coupled with masses of sleep on the plane, it’s perhaps no surprise that we woke around 3am local time. Around 4:30 I managed to get back to sleep and we then re-awoke at 9:00. Deciding to skip breakfast (my stomach still not right makes me feel not hungry, I’ve not eaten since the curry for dinner Monday night on the plane, though Mrs B had the breakfast) we decided to skip breakfast and lay in a while. The idea of getting here early was to give ourselves a chance to acclimatise and relax before our tour starts officially tomorrow, but properly on Friday. So, we hang around the hotel room until around midday before heading down to reception to change some money. Approximately speaking, a pound buys 50 baht, and the dollars we have buy 30 each. The hotel arranges us a cab into town (after we explain we don’t want to see any temples, or have him take us around, or wait for us, we’re on a tour dammit, we’ll do that when the rest of the group shows up) which they tell us is 300 baht. Seems expensive but we go with it. The chap drops us in town and we start to wander about. What can only be described as an old hag forces bags of dried sweetcorn into the strap of my backpack (my hands clearly displaying the international sign language for “seriously old hag, I don’t want any of your bloody corn”) and it thus drops onto the floor and splits. She goes crazy, and we walk on into a thousand dirty pigeons flying at head height no doubt bound for the corn bounty I’d just left.
After buying an orange juice from a street seller for15 baht (very reasonable I thought, though I did the foreigner thing of letting him take the coins from my outstretched paw so it might have cost me a grand for all I know) we continued to wander until frankly we got bored of doing so. We thought we would go to the palace, but signs outside indicated Mrs B was not appropriately dressed (shorts in case you’re wondering) so we walked on. A man approached us and offered us a trip to a couple of temples for what seemed an incredible bargain. We would see the “big Buddha” (you guessed correctly) and another temple, travelling on a tuk tuk (think moped towing a very small float with a seat for two, all covered with a roof so low you cannot see anything but around waist level all around) all for 20 baht. That taxi ride (and come to think of it now that orange juice) was starting to feel very expensive.
Off we set into a world of crazy driving with the no doubt miltary standard protection of the tuk tuk to keep us safe. After much stop starting and toing and froing we arrived at the first temple. Turns out it is right next to a school, and we were met at the gates by the principal of 9 years who talked us around a little and showed us the way in. This I think was just coincidental, I don’t think he was on the original itinery. A lovely chap who had lived in the US for 3 years, the principal spoke to us for around 10 minutes and showed us into the temple, where we had a quick look around and took some snaps. As we came out we spoke a little more before he bode us farewell.
After returning to the safety of our tuk tuk we drove on, we thought, for the “big Buddha” but as it turned out the driver had a little treat for us. Around 5 I think actually. Taken from tailor to jeweller to trinket shop to tailor to jeweller he sort of got the message across that this was how his gasoline was paid for. Fair enough, though I hope us not buying anything whatsoever didn’t screw that up for him. After finally seeing the big fella, we paid him 100 baht for his troubles (about £2) and then got lost.
Much wandering through areas unknown ensued, and we eventually got a taxi back to the hotel, for 150 baht. The bastards at the hotel had mugged us earlier in the day. Luckily only for around £3. Even according to the “metered taxi fare guide” in the back of the cab 150 was too much, unless the journey was 22km which it certainly didn’t feel like. Maps seem to indicate it’s more likely a couple of miles.
After a quick nap and a freshen up we go for dinner in the hotel, apparently entirely on our own. That’s always a good sign right? Turns out you can eat outside, and that’s what a handful of people had decided to do, the others presumably sticking to the age old rule of thumb “eat where the locals eat.” The food was average at best, and I not being able to eat a huge amount, filled me up more than adequately. The cocktails we had with dinner meant that though our food totalled around £6, the bill was more like £26. Fab.
Another early night was had then, though I did watch my first episode of CSI: Miami before nodding off.