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This after an 11 hour flight Bangkok-Frankfurt. WTF?
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jawnbc no-no and booked a full day sightseeing tour. I knew that on the morning I awoke in BKK the odds were very, very good I’d sleep an hour past check-out time. Instead I dragged my bloated haole arse into ablutions, the complimentary brekkie (2 eggs over hard, 2 ‘Merken strips of bacon, might whitey toast, & coffee like tar), got myself organized and all hawt looking (hawt in BKK is dead easy: it was 31C at 23h00 when I arrived the night before), and was downstairs at 08h20 for an 08h30 pick up.
08h40. Ring, ring. Are you coming to Chinatown Hotel? Very soon? Good. Thank you!
08h55. Ring, ring. Are you still coming to Chinatown Hotel? Really? Good. Thank you!
09h10. Nothing continued to happen
The tour bus arrived at 09h11. The great news was only 3 tourists: Tirahmeena from Rawalpindi Pakistan, Jemma from Kent (but working in Manila) and Jawn from Canada (but working in Sydney). Guide Par was affable, knowledgeable and gave good tour. We were all “double-booked” on a combo morning and afternoon tour. If you’ve heard of the ABC tour of Europe [another bloody church/cathedral/chapel], we were on the TTTTT tour (temple, temple, temple, temple, temple). Or Wat in Thai. We covered 5 over 7 hours, including the Reclining Golden Buddha, the Emerald (really green jade) Buddha, Wat Po, Wat Arun and I can’t remember Wat the other one was. Mesmerizingly beautiful, often interesting histories, ultimately it had the effect of one huge bright sparkly toy dangling over my crib: loved the colours, getting sleepy, hee hee . . .
I got my shopping done (wedding present for the girls, and treated myself to a Thai full body massage in my hotel. She tugged, she whumped, she pulled, sne rubbed. I never got an erection (massages aren’t erotic to me), but she did great work for $25. A quick dinner, shower/shite/notshave, and then time to get a taxi to the airport. The driver drove at 140k almostly the entire way, zipping around cars, tailgaiting--I was terrified. Check in, duty free shopping, teenie weenie Lufthansa lounge (rent Thai’s, this one’s a dump), then time to board.
They were just about to shut the door, and I was gleefully thanking the Buddha for being in the 2nd row of economy with 3 seats to myself. When an obese, disorganized woman lunges at me. I jumped out of her way and she vainly tried to squeeze herself into the seat. Had to leave the arm up. “Ah well,” I thought “at least the seat between us is free.” Next comes pissed-reeking-of-tobacco Scottish boy. He was skinny but not thatskinny. I acknowledged my lesson to the Buddha and gave thanks.
Then I sought the gayest flight attendant I could fine. I explained it, he said he’d take care of it, and he found the skinny dood a new seat in the back. I took my sleeping pills, they served dinner and I passed out over my tray. I woke up in darkness thinking “fuck, there’s no way I got enough sleep yet.” Then the breakfast cart appeared--I’d sleep at least 8 hours. Woo hoo!
Am now in the FRA Lufthansa lounge, with smoking (ew) and waaay too many families with children unafraid of their parents. Boarding for Istanbul is about to commence! I was 8 for 10 in my predictions; sadly Lithuania didn’t make the grade. I’ll try to post a revised prediction for the final, since we now know all the songs and their order in the production.
First, Bangkok: I did a
jawnbc no-no and booked a full day sightseeing tour. I knew that on the morning I awoke in BKK the odds were very, very good I’d sleep an hour past check-out time. Instead I dragged my bloated haole arse into ablutions, the complimentary brekkie (2 eggs over hard, 2 ‘Merken strips of bacon, might whitey toast, & coffee like tar), got myself organized and all hawt looking (hawt in BKK is dead easy: it was 31C at 23h00 when I arrived the night before), and was downstairs at 08h20 for an 08h30 pick up. 08h40. Ring, ring. Are you coming to Chinatown Hotel? Very soon? Good. Thank you!
08h55. Ring, ring. Are you still coming to Chinatown Hotel? Really? Good. Thank you!
09h10. Nothing continued to happen
The tour bus arrived at 09h11. The great news was only 3 tourists: Tirahmeena from Rawalpindi Pakistan, Jemma from Kent (but working in Manila) and Jawn from Canada (but working in Sydney). Guide Par was affable, knowledgeable and gave good tour. We were all “double-booked” on a combo morning and afternoon tour. If you’ve heard of the ABC tour of Europe [another bloody church/cathedral/chapel], we were on the TTTTT tour (temple, temple, temple, temple, temple). Or Wat in Thai. We covered 5 over 7 hours, including the Reclining Golden Buddha, the Emerald (really green jade) Buddha, Wat Po, Wat Arun and I can’t remember Wat the other one was. Mesmerizingly beautiful, often interesting histories, ultimately it had the effect of one huge bright sparkly toy dangling over my crib: loved the colours, getting sleepy, hee hee . . .
I got my shopping done (wedding present for the girls, and treated myself to a Thai full body massage in my hotel. She tugged, she whumped, she pulled, sne rubbed. I never got an erection (massages aren’t erotic to me), but she did great work for $25. A quick dinner, shower/shite/notshave, and then time to get a taxi to the airport. The driver drove at 140k almostly the entire way, zipping around cars, tailgaiting--I was terrified. Check in, duty free shopping, teenie weenie Lufthansa lounge (rent Thai’s, this one’s a dump), then time to board.
They were just about to shut the door, and I was gleefully thanking the Buddha for being in the 2nd row of economy with 3 seats to myself. When an obese, disorganized woman lunges at me. I jumped out of her way and she vainly tried to squeeze herself into the seat. Had to leave the arm up. “Ah well,” I thought “at least the seat between us is free.” Next comes pissed-reeking-of-tobacco Scottish boy. He was skinny but not thatskinny. I acknowledged my lesson to the Buddha and gave thanks.
Then I sought the gayest flight attendant I could fine. I explained it, he said he’d take care of it, and he found the skinny dood a new seat in the back. I took my sleeping pills, they served dinner and I passed out over my tray. I woke up in darkness thinking “fuck, there’s no way I got enough sleep yet.” Then the breakfast cart appeared--I’d sleep at least 8 hours. Woo hoo!
Am now in the FRA Lufthansa lounge, with smoking (ew) and waaay too many families with children unafraid of their parents. Boarding for Istanbul is about to commence! I was 8 for 10 in my predictions; sadly Lithuania didn’t make the grade. I’ll try to post a revised prediction for the final, since we now know all the songs and their order in the production.
