Short version:
We're off again
Long version:
Cathay Pacific, contrary to everything we'd been told, left on time and had us first in Hong Kong and then Bangkok ahead of schedule. We watched animated movies, were repeatedly kicked in the back by small children, ate foods that ranged from delicious to less-so, and generally had a completely hassle-free trip.
Played "Spot the Pervert" at Bangkok Immigration. Actually, spent so long in line, waiting to irritate the guards*, that we ended up going to Stage II: "Spot the Ones Who Are Into REALLY Kinky Stuff."
We're off again
Long version:
Cathay Pacific, contrary to everything we'd been told, left on time and had us first in Hong Kong and then Bangkok ahead of schedule. We watched animated movies, were repeatedly kicked in the back by small children, ate foods that ranged from delicious to less-so, and generally had a completely hassle-free trip.
Played "Spot the Pervert" at Bangkok Immigration. Actually, spent so long in line, waiting to irritate the guards*, that we ended up going to Stage II: "Spot the Ones Who Are Into REALLY Kinky Stuff."
From BKK airport we hit the airport link train, then changed to the normal metro, then slid the bike bags (consolidated so all our stuff was in them... so they weighed around 35kg each!) down the stairs to the road, where we hailed a taxi into which we managed to cram both bags + Janine. Just.
So I walked.
Past the delicious insect stall, past more farang** than I'd expected to see, past my first lady-boy*** and the Cialis-seller and the sunglass-cleaner***. And then just when I thought I was lost I found the street, and then the hotel, arriving just as the taxi was pulling up; they'd got lost on the way.
Time for a nap, then we're out and about to see what can be seen in this nutbar megalopolis. I gather there's quite a lot.
* = Someone who should remain nameless but really was Janine tore the departure half off each of our Immigration cards before filling them out, then filled them in with opposite details to the arrival halves. Confused? So was Thai Immigration.
** = Foreigner. I'm too lazy to keep italicizing it
*** = The first one I spotted, that is. Although I suspect there's a better-than-even chance that not all of the hot women I saw on the way were actually women.
**** = Methodology: pour dishwashing liquid onto the lenses from a great height, then scrub with thumbs and rinse with water. Unintended comical side-effect: hideously slippery sidewalk carnage.
hi nick and Janine, love your blogs Nick.What the hell is that fungi on your face, you look like a wild man from the bush, and a lot like Adam does most of the time with hair all over his face too.Great to hear your heading home but that you are still making the most of that travel/biking bug.Love that janine gets the taxi and bags. Hey have fun and see you soon.
ReplyDeleteCheers marg and hi from big cuz Paul.