On September 20th, nine days after those dumbass terrorists declared war on innocent people, I flew via Tokyo to Bangkok. I stayed at the Amari Boulevard Hotel.
While in Bangkok, I hiked around the city, sweating like a pig (it was rather humid). I'm sure the locals whispered to each other, "Hey, look at the stupid farang (foreigner). He sweats like pig." I also toured up the brown-colored Chao Phraya River and a klong (canal). Why they were brown, I don't know. But rest assured, I didn't place any part of my body in it. There was a lot of barge traffic on the river and some interesting homes along the banks. I did see some brave souls swimming in the water.
I had a fun time being tossed about in the back of a tuk-tuk (three-wheeled motor cycle taxi-thing) as it buzzed through traffic. My glassy-eyed driver (he drank some "vitamin" drink, which I believe contained something more potent) took me to see several wats (temples). The Marble Temple was cool and Wat Po (Temple of the Big-ass Reclining Buddha) was amazing.
Other than that, I relaxed and hung out at some of the open-air bars where girls sit and entertain you and try to get you to buy them drinks...and stuff.
I returned almost two weeks later and flew via Taipai. And that's pretty much it. |
