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The saga continues
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Well, I knew it was too good to be true! I was up at the crack of dawn this morning with butterflies in my stomach about whether my bag would actually show.. 3 hours from the flight arrival time came and went with no sign, every taxi that pulled up at the guesthouse was a cruel taunt..
Eventually I rang the airline who promised to investigate and call me back within 30 minutes. No call. I gave it an hour and rang lost & found, who told me the bag had boarded the plane at Delhi this morning but was not at Bangkok. They suspected it had continued to Kuala Lumpur, but assured me the flight returning from Kuala Lumpur arrived back in Bangkok around 13:00 and that they would call me with an update at this stage.. Needless to say, no call.
At 14:30, after many cups of coffee, an hour or so wandering round the same old Kho San street stalls and an admittedly very good Thai massage, I could hold off no longer and hit redial. A new phonecall, a new story- the bag was still in Delhi undergoing security checks and will be on the flight arriving 6:30 am tomorrow morning. And yes, you guessed it, they will call me the moment he flight arrives to confirm that the bag has made it to Bangkok, and deliver it to my guesthouse before 10:00. I wait to be astounded!
Bored senseless by this stage having milled around all morning, I desperately sought something to do with the rest of the day - what to see that I hadn't already seen? In an act of desperation I set off for the Royal Barge Museum- not a venue that has been on my hit-list either this visit to Bangkok, or last.. and I can now confirm rightly so. I'm sure it must be very impressive to see the royal barges out on the river in all their finery during the annual procession, but frankly 8 barges (ornate or otherwise) in dry dock in a warehouse, with an uninspiring presentation of photos and drawings on barge history, isn't really my thing! On a positive note, the walk there did take me through yet another new district- Thonburi, which was shockingly poor compared to the rest of Bangkok that I have seen up until now. Wealth is all relative of course- these people had alot more than any of the places I visited in Nepal, but what really struck me was the squalour: rubbish piled everywhere and clogging the narrow canals, and unpleasant sewage and rotting fruit odours to accompany the walk..
I met Becs at 18:00 back at the ranch and we decided to hit the beers and indulge our curiosity with a trip down to Patpong, the red light district. When in Bangkok..
I can now say that I have officially seen it all. Amongst the delights on show were 'pussy shoot fish', 'pussy shoot pingpong' and 'pussy write message'.. Though I acknowledge fully that being able to shoot darts from your nether regions with enough accuracy to pop balloons at a distance of 10 feet is certainly quite an impressive skill, I have to say that I fail entirely to understand how it is meant to be in any way erotic(?), especially when the girls (or were they boys?) looked bored senseless, and some has even left their socks on to complement their panties!
Bored ourselves, we headed back to Kho San in search of cheesy music and dancing. It wasn't to be, but we did came across a bar called 'Rules' where there was a great live band playing and have made do with hollering along to classic rock ballads for the rest of the evening :)
Can't help but notice the time and the fact that my bag should now be airbourne en route for Thailand.. Here's hoping!
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