Word up from Bangkok, Thailand, where it is wet wet wet. I arrived late at night after a brief stop at Tokyo's Narita airport (or Gnarita for all you Whistlerites), where they quarantined my plane for about 20 minutes until they thermal scanned every passenger for swine flu. My checked in bag looked like it had exploded once it arrived in Thailand. Something had been spilled on it, which seemed to dissolve all the thread holding it together. It's being fixed my the airline, but the way the tailor was talking its going to look like a franken-bag.
First day in the 'kok was good. Stayed at a hotel the first night which was typically Thai: half the reception staff were asleep at the desk and the showerhead was level with my chin. The next morning I was up early for breakfast to find that the majority of the hotel guests were foreigners with their Thai girlfriends/one-night-stands/future wives. Welcome to Bangkok.
Took it easy on the street food yesterday but dove right in today for breakfast: fried egg, rice and mystery meat. All for a buck. Hopefully it won't backfire on me (and yes, using the word 'backfire' is making me giggle).
Wandering around today and meeting some friends for beers tonight at the Londoner. It's a hard life.
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3 comments:
You suck and are stealing what should be my holiday. No fair! And yo suck. Nice write up btw. But you still suck. ^__^
Gnarita! You win this round, Rayner.
hehe... backfire.
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