D Varee Diva Bally Silom, Bangkok
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... could have really done with a ‘Scottie Big Bottie’ for this train ride. Sorry, private joke, but anyone who went to school at TBSHS in the late 90’s will know what I’m talking about. For those who didn't, if you were endowed with a derrier like Kim Kardashian you'd be fine on this journey! It was short term pain for long term gain however as the views from the train are stunning and to visit an area like the 'Death Railway' or The Bridge on the ...
... down while we got off.
The walk to our hostel was a long one. I was wearing jeans, having not seized the opportunity to change into the shorts I had in my hand luggage. This was a big mistake. We eventually found the Wild Orchid having walked for what seemed an eternity, but could not check in for another 2 hours. We had the option to leave our ninja turtle bags in a room - with about 100 other back packers bags that were probably also waiting to check in - and set off on ...
... into Bangkok at 2am and by the end of the day they are all sold. At one stall we were given Lotus flowers and shown two different ways of folding the petals to make a more decorative flower. Nadia told us we would use them as an offering at the Grand Palace. There were also stalls selling food and Nadia bought some TGC (fried chicken wings) and coconut pancakes both of which were delicious. We then caught another Tuk tuk to Wat Pho. After ...
... 8217;t think New Zealand and Thailand were very far apart. They don’t look that far apart on a map. I was shocked when I found out it would be an 11 hour plane ride, 14 including lay over time. Once I found that out, I justified it with the simple fact that I had quit my job so that I could travel – and how long could I really go on being unemployed, and I may not have another opportunity, yolo and blah blah blah. At this ...
... a shirt, put on my white running shoes and met up with Sharon again.
This time we had dinner at a food court to save up the money for the expensive cocktails up on the roof.
Now we knew the way to the entrance and our wardrobe was approved and we were sent up to the 64th floor.
I had an appropriately named Hangovertini (containing who knows what in a Martini glass) and Sharon had a lemon cocktail.