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Published: April 6th 2007
Well the drunken tales unexpectedly started in London, with an all day bender in leicester square and covent garden, which resulted in both of us wandering aimlessly into a pokey chinese barbers and getting our heads completely shaved....
Anyway... we caught our flight fine the next day, though feeling slightly rough! - the flight was the most uncomfortable one that we've experienced (its not a good start when you get a fat sweaty stinking man with his young thai bride sitting next to you...) - although the service was excellent. (especially the divine chianti we got with the meal)
Whenwe got here we went for a 'brief' stroll and got lost in an amazingly large shopping centre, the MBK - it was just filled with mobile phone, jewellery and cosmetics stalls over an area the size of newcastle!
It also seems that we cant leave the hotel without being offered a ping pong show with sexy ladyee, even the bell boys at the hotel are constantly offering. Although as boring as it sounds, we were knackered so we had a sly mai tai cocktail at an extortionate price and retired to our rooms.
Day 2:
We
decided to do the usual tourist traps, and see the sights, beginning at the grand palace (see photos). It was immense. Decided not to treat the guards like the london beefeaters...they had rather large guns with knives on the end, and a permanent scowl.
Then we tried to cross a busy intersection, and failed. Imagine trying to cross the A1, although with more honking and crazy tuk tuks. Next we got taken for a ride, literally, by a mentalist tuk tuk driver, who proceeded to take us to every gem/tie shop in the vicinity to get his commission........An hour later, we needed a good old westernised meal in Siam Square. After being fully replenished we sought the hustleand bustle of Pat Pong, the strip club capital. At first we struggled to find any bars at all without the mention of ping pongs, bananas and bottles, then we finally stumbled across a hotel bar with very friendly barmen who proceeded to call us darling.....and direct us to the gay quarter - he may have been trying to take advantage! Unbeknown to us the more touristy night market and non-seedy bars were just around the corner. We eventually found a bar
with a good live hip hop band and a crazy dancer who seemed to embarrass his thai lady 'friend'. Jack was cheaper than beer. And the only seats free were next to cockneys, they get bloody everywhere.
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grandma Sheila
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Great photos, glad to see you are enjoying yourselves, Keep out of those Strip Bars or I will have to send Grandad over to keep an eye on you. Love, Nana