With Djalma out looking for jobs and no-one to jolly me out of bed, I can't say that I did much. I did however use this time to do a fair bit of internet research, specifically research into a nice little hotel in which to spend our first anniversary, I would have rather spent it on the street than in our crusty little room.
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| From Week Two: Bangkok, Thailand |
On Tuesday Djalma decided a little break from the job hunting was in order and so we set off early afternoon to take a little trip on the Mae Nam Chao Phraya. We got on one of the many river buses in the form of a long and very speedy boat. We left the lurching, swaying “bus stand” behind and stepped aboard the boat just before it promptly zoomed off, heading for the next stop – apparently they aren't known for dawdling at the stops. All the seats were taken so we stood at the back in a little pen specifically built for overflow and to stop non sea-legged customers from falling over board.
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| From Week Two: Bangkok, Thailand |
Arriving at our stop, we hastily got off with a rush of other people and indulged in what I think was a coconut milk and sweetcorn ice-cream, it was odd but refreshing. On the BTS (sky train) we zoomed out to Lumpini Park, the city's largest park named after the birthplace of the Buddha (Lumbini in Nepal), enjoying the elevated view of the city's skyscrapers and looking down at the ribbons of traffic.
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| From Week Two: Bangkok, Thailand |
We wandered round the park, minding out the way of joggers and the occasional bike, stopping to watch the reflections of the city skyline in the water of one of the many artificial ponds, not to mention a huge outdoor aerobics class. Not feeling as energetic as the kids going for it trying to imitate the instructors as closely as possible, we didn't stay long and headed back home on a bus.
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| From Week Two: Bangkok, Thailand |
The days leading up to Sunday and our anniversary passed by in a flurry, we booked our hotel, Djalma continued job hunting, we found ourselves an apartment and then to splash out and celebrate we had an excellent fish dinner on a roadside restaurant which always looked busy.
Sunday rolled round and we packed up our things which, scattered all over the room hid a small army of resting mosquitoes. Feeling elated to leave the cat-wee hole behind we got into a taxi and headed to our hotel for the day, The Siam Heritage.
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| From Week Two: Bangkok, Thailand |
After checking we went up to our very pretty room, cranked up the air-conditioning and congratulated ourselves for getting such a nice hotel. Our room got so cold that we had a hot shower, the first in many months and with real pressure too, I was in seventh heaven! We put the bottle of champagne we had bought in Tesco for the occasion in the fridge and kicked back and relaxed.
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| From Week Two: Bangkok, Thailand |
After a little snooze we decided to take our champagne up to the swimming pool on the rooftop and mix it with our free orange juice (complimentary form the hotel on arrival). We sat on the sun loungers while the lights of Bangkok came on and lightening flashed in the distance. It was a warm sultry evening and we took our Buck's Fizz into the pool where we sat underneath the Frangipani trees which overhung the water.
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| From Week Two: Bangkok, Thailand |
After swilling down the last of the champagne we headed back to our room to get ready. I put on my new dress, very low-cut and very short (I needed to be drunk to wear it) a load of slap, a bindi and finished the look with my flip-flops. Despite hours looking in Chatuchak market for shoes, three hours to be precise, I still had nothing decent to wear on my feet.
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| From Week Two: Bangkok, Thailand |
We headed out on Silom and into Pat Pong, the infamous sex district. DON'T WORRY mum it wasn't as bad as it sounds! I was pretty bored by the endless “pussy” lists shoved in our faces, small little pimps asking us if we wanted to see a ping pong show, or perhaps one with bananas, chopsticks, razors... err no thanks mate. We sat down at one of the bars, it was a small open joint with high chairs on the street and minus half naked dancing girls, we ordered some Long Island Iced Tea's and a couple of B-52s and sat and talked in our little warm bubble of first anniversary love. Fortified by the drinks we headed down the street which after 6pm comes alive as a famous market street; Patpong Night Market on Soi 1 and 2, still no shoes.
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| From Week Two: Bangkok, Thailand |
Giving up the shoe search we decided to grab another drink and got a couple of pre-mixed cocktails from a 7-Eleven, class all the way. They actually didn't taste too bad and we walked along the streets talking in-between dodging the pussy-list pimps. Feeling rather sozzled we decided on getting some food – it was around midnight and we hadn't eaten anything since lunch. Djalma vetoed PizzaHut, McDonald's and KFC telling me in no uncertain terms that we would not be eating at any of these joints on our anniversary.
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| From Week Two: Bangkok, Thailand |
Fortunately I listened and we stopped at a small Chinese restaurant plopped ourselves on the floor and ordered another beer and a series of dishes that we only had a vague idea of what they might be. It was great we worked on our two beers slowly, needing to focus on using the chopsticks without poking an eye out and enjoyed all the food out in front of us, thankfully none of our lucky dips were offal... or awful. We took our time and before long we were the only people left in the restaurant and the girls and boys were all ready to go home so we, feeling rather wobbly, stood up and left. We arrived back out our hotel where we promptly passed out without having drunk nearly enough water. I cannot even begin to describe the hangovers we suffered from the following day, needless to say mine was much much worse than Djalma's!
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