Bangkok

Our journey began in Cambridge at 5.30am when I woke up groggy eyed and stumbled into the shower ready to leave for the train station at 6.15. Dibbs’ parents dropped us off at the train station and with our backpacks hitched on we strode off to begin the 24hr journey that would take us to Bangkok.

We got as far as Delhi without any incident and then it was familiar territory amongst the ‘friendly’ airport staff. We were relieved to get into a relatively short security queue after travelling for so long. That was until we realised who we were behind- a small group of Indians all carrying suitcases and bags along with with layers and layers of clothes and bumbags. After slowly passing through this we began our 12 hour wait in Delhi airport, this wasn’t as bad as we had feared and we managed to sleep through most of it. We tasted some Indian delights *cough* (McDonalds) for breakfast and got set to board the next plane.

Our arrival in Bangkok was smooth and we set foot onto Koa Sarn Road around 9.00pm when all the street vendors are in full swing.  We saw people selling scorpions on sticks, advertising ping pong shows, and a guy walking around with a huge lizard amongst other eye widening sights. After ditching our backpacks at the infamous D and D Inn right in the centre of the road, we were back out to explore; eating pad thai for 80p, drinking beer and cocktails in buckets as well as trying some apple shisha.

The next morning I was shaking Dibbs awake ready for a day of exploring. He reluctantly got up at the mention of coffee and we strode out onto the street with me boasting about a 7/11 store that does delicious cold coffees. I took us to the complete wrong place so we settled for a restaurant on the road offering muesli and yogurt. Whilst there, a man named Joy offered us a ride in his tuk tuk. Having been to Bangkok before and hearing all about tuk tuk drivers- them taking you to numerous friends shops instead of the destinations you want to go I knew not to take him too seriously, however the rides are still fun and something I think you have to do once at least. Joy was an ironic name for someone who got moodier and moodier the more shops and tour offices that he took us to where we refused to buy anything. He even took us to a tour office where there was a disgusting fat guy from Swansea working. After about an hour of driving around- seeing some buddhas, small temples and clothes shops- he decided not to come back and get us from the last place he left us. We lingered around for about 20minutes before giving up and walking back to Koh Sarn Road. Joy=moody.