The day off

This morning when I woke up the weather was NOT playing nice, so I quietly decided to go back to sleep and put the adventure on hold for a while. By the time I finally dragged myself out, direction McThai (I alternate equally between Junk food and Pad Thai), I could sense that the love story between me and Bangkok had come to an end before it even really began. All I kept thinking about was why the heck I ended up in here rather than on a beach (or in india, for what matters). So once back at my hotel I went straight to the travel agency (which is basically within the hotel itself) and booked a trip to Cambodia for 500 Baht (9.2 GBP). Please note the only thing I listened to during the trip explanation was the pick up time: 7:30 am. Did I know WHERE in Cambodia I was going? Absolutely NOT. Did I care? Neither. As I discovered a few hours later while browsing the internet and casually checking the piece of paper that was given to me, I will actually go to Siem Reap. Google image it and you will know exactly how I felt when I did the same thing myself 🙂

The rest of the afternoon/evening was spent taking pictures of the hotel pool (!) and chatting to Umby about our upcoming trip to Pukhet and trying to figure out what will happen after that (as for what will happen after Siem Reap, I have no clue).

So this would be the story of my day off, spent sleeping during the day and awake all night long waiting for a bus to take me away from the not-so-lovely-at-least-for-me Bangkok but… Could it be complete without a middle of the night venture outside looking for food (Pad Thai this time, to keep the diet balanced)? No it couldn’t. And while I witnessed an English guy tripping on a Ronald McDonald mannequin and talking to it as if it were a person (“So sorry mate, I hadn’t seen you. Goodnight!”), the small table of my pad thai restaurant was invaded by an Asian guy having his own pad thai. Having is probably not the correct verb here, though. Facing and sucking would however be appropriate. Imagine looking your noodles RIGHT IN THE EYE, with your face parallel to your plate, no more than a couple of inches away, Then furiously (cartoon style) throwing food at your mouth while sucking as if it were a drink. This is exactly what this guy did. Next time you have some spaghetti in front of you, please try, and let me know how the sound of it… SOUNDS. Disgusting, if you ask me, but whatever… At least he was quick (again, cartoon style!).

I will include as a bonus the picture of the half Pol Pot half Gangnam style LADY that picked me up this morning. If I go missing, look for her!