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Bangkok - Buddha, Buddha everywhere!
... house that looked equal parts professional and cheap. We ended up getting another drink, then another, then another. At a certain point I decided that I would be the designated “walker” and quit drinking to make sure that I could guide us back to the Tree House. Good thing too.
Needless to say, we never found the perfect massage and Alan woke the next day with a terrific hangover.
And so was the beginning and the ending of the First ...
Some Things in Life You Just Can't Make Up
... licensed! taxi driver who drove me all across town to the airport instead to the most well known tourist street in town... Anyway, I'm here and the bed is cozy... ;) Nahm den Bus am Morgen nach Bangkok. Wieder einmal bin ich der einzige Westliche an Bord, auf dieser 10-stuendigen ereignislosen Reise. Ausser vielleicht dieser kleinen Geschichte... Waehrend der Fahrt wurden mehrere Filme und Musikshows gespielt. In den letzten zwei Stunden zeigten sie eine Art Variete ...
Sam, Tan and Han's Adventures in SE Asia
... my favorite to date, I've never seen so many fish and such vibrant coral underwater, everywhere you looked was truly breathtaking.
The island itself was also stunning, every night we ate on beach decking, watching the sunset and surrounded by fairy lights. It was total paradise and I'd love to go back. Whenever you enter a building in Thailand you have to take off your shoes and leave them outside. Somewhere on the island I ...
That was a relief!!
... didn't help either so she could have interpreted my request for "A normal massage" in any way shape or form!
As I said, I'm a massage novice, so when the Thai lady was going higher and higher up my legs I was becoming more and more worried. By the time she reached my knees my head was off of the pillow and I was watching her like a ninja! I must have looked like an owl on steroids, I didn't blink just constantly twitched my head, following her every movement. Then I saw ...
Another Brand of Madness
... it myself.
So now we’re in our second taxi, navigating to a place we’ve never heard of, sent there by a woman we don’t know, moving in a car where the driver doesn’t speak english.
The scene we emerge on is one of madness. Sprawled out over Kaosan is the shambled remains of western culture, grouped about like deer in a storm. Bars are open all night, nearly everyone’s drunk, and transsexual prostitutes are winking at ...