Trip Start May 17, 2009
19Trip End Dec 21, 2009
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say about Bangkok that hasn’t been said before
We didn’t arrive until about 10.30pm because our bookings had been made
with the idea of collecting Erinn from her flight at midnight (sorry to say she
couldn’t come after all). The taxi to
Banglamphu and Soi Rambuttri ended up costing
us about 480 baht excluding the two road tolls we had to pay (another 75
baht). Nice to have Matt along to share the cost or I would have been on the
slow public bus. The highway into town
is great though and was a bit strange for me to be travelling at such high
speeds after puttering around in tuk-tuks.
Completely forgot that cars are fitted with seatbelts!
take to Bangkok really – felt a bit seedy.
The roadside stall holders seemed a bit jaded (and who can blame them?),
service was not so good, a big rat came out to eat the scraps under the table
beside us at our first restaurant (Not that the waiter seemed bothered – he
just jumped over it when it ran out in from of him), and the place we had
breakfast next morning “miscalculated” our bill by 100 baht
Matt wasn’t in the mood to enjoy it initially but started to get into the swing
of the whole bartering thing after a couple of days. The place is a bit too “drink until you fall
down” for me.
him out I know with having no set plans for where we will be in the coming
weeks – he likes to know where, when and what accommodation we will be in. Too many years of organizing band tours.. or
maybe it’s just the Newton genes. We do
tend to overthink things. (News flash
finally making a decision to head to the Eastern Islands, we did an epic walk
to Hualamphong train station to sort out tickets to either Chumpong or Surat
Thani, having narrowed our choices to Kao Tao (divers’ mecca) or Koh Pha Ngan
(beach bums’ mecca)
sleeper plus bus/ferry to Koh Pha Ngan for 1230baht (about $40).
One of our better meals came about by chance
thanks to torrential rain in Chinatown.
Thanks by the way to the stall holder who emptied the water caught on
his tarp straight down my shirt – nice look as you can imagine, as I am unlucky
to win any wet t-shirt competitions. The crab balls were so good we had to go
for seconds, although actually Matt went for seconds of everything! Unfortunately, I blame the pork for my upset
stomach the next day – made me nervous about a night of train travel I can tell
neat Indian place just off Soi Rambuttri with great atmosphere, a nice rooftop
and good service.
WORDS TO THE WISE
How to ruin
the excitement of a new toothbrush….. drop it and watch it come to rest behind
the pedestal in the train toilet. Quell