Trip Start Mar 11, 2006
45Trip End Aug 01, 2006
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The next morning we made it a priority to arrange our journey south so we flagged a tuk-tuk, an old motor-tricycle with a cart built around it. Tuk-tuks can be a tricky proposition, as if they quote you a price that sounds too good to be true they are liable to make a stop at every gem, tailor, and massage shop along the way so that you'll go in and they'll get their commission or gas coupon. As we knew of the system, we agreed on a fair price "with no stops". Of course we ended up at the driver's friend's travel shop outside the train station and he cajoled us into one further stop but he was a good guy with a young family so we didn't mind. It ended up being good for everyone, as both Ryan and I decided that the tailor was offering a good deal and got a custom-made shirt and jacket apiece and shipping home for a fraction of the cost in the States. We also got him to take us to a real, traditional (read: no funny business) Thai massage, and I got twisted in ways I can't even point out on a map for a good two hours, it was rockin' by halfy.
We only had left to find the Citibank (we were getting quite good at finding the one in each major city), collect our bags, and catch our seated sleeper by the door to paradise down the Malay Peninsula!
Moral of the story: Bangkok is not a quaint and colorful 17th century trading port at all ... darn romanticized imagination ...