Stoney Monday Oasis Hotel
Travel Blogs from Patong
Train or plane, train or plane.....
... after work... However; at 6.50 I receive a text to say 'It's looking quite likely that I will miss the train..' he was stuck in traffic in a cab and still had to get the tube which took about 25 minutes. So then I was stressing and didn't know what to do, at about 7.15 I got on the train alone and waited, the last couple of trains had been about 10 minutes late so I had my fingers crossed this would be too.. However he didn't ...
Tsunami Terror and Water Mayhem
... a little girl ( I don't think she was even 2 years old). Then off to Bangla Road to immerse ourselves in the mayhem off what is the biggest water fight I have ever seen in my life. Bangla Road, for those of you who haven't been is like the worst strip of bars, competing to have the loudest music, which are all open air and side by side with ladyboys and prositutes trying to entice you into their bar, not normaly my sort of hang out but due to the festivities it was ...
Just Walking My Baby Elephant (As You Do...)
... taxi drivers, hassling tour operators and overbearing stalls-people. There were neon lights, massage parlours, all the English and American chains, music blaring out of bars and clubs... It was Bangkok, only without the novelty factor anymore, smaller, somewhat dingier and without the capital city status. Alan had a McDonalds (when in Rome...) and we avoided the beach and headed to the infamous Bangla Road.Bangla Road was a ...
No thanks, I dont want a massage, tshirt or Tuktuk
... their whistles to stop the endless traffic for us (even though Patong has many pedestrian crossings, these are not recognised by her crazy drivers!) And when Brad tried his damnedest to throw me in front of a tuktuk, there were 4 or 5 concerned onlookers who rushed to my aid. (he had misjudged the width of a pavement and over I went, wheelchair and all onto the road!)
We spent a week in Patong, shopping, eating, drinking and relaxing around the ...
A Night Unraveled
... to do with my day full of bad judgments. I can’t call her. Rather, I won’t call her. I already said my piece and she had nothing to say to me. If I was wrong about how she sees me, she would have done something, anything. I would have heard from her if she wanted me. She would have called to sort things out if she missed me. Wise or stubborn?
2:12 am
My hand finds my phone resting on the side table and I pull up her number.
2:15 am
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