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Published: October 4th 2012
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Here we are 20 hours later... We landed in Bangkok. Thank god for upgrading to Elite class on the plane, it would have been an even Rougher flight. Between the two of us we coughed, sneezed, and blow our noses in even waking moment. We were a flights worst guess. By the time we reached Bangkok Kemp was in a really bad place... Nausea, exuhastion, headache, sinus presher, etc. Now we are finally in the taxi heading to our hotel (muse). Now the beauty of Bangkok is all around us. Lindsay is like a kid on Christmas morning, peering out the window, smiling with excitement, and taking in the new destination. I mean there is a lot going on outside this taxi. Meanwhile, inside the taxi kemp is sawing logs and in her own way couldn't be happier.
We check in, shower and change, and are off to explore the city. Motorcycle taxis zoom past us as we walk the streets of Bangkok towards who knows where.Families crammed into tuk tuk rides amuse us as we head towards crowds of people. Of course, our first stop is the shopping district.
Street vendors line the busy street and Lindsay sees something she likes. A local orders a bag of fruit with chili flakes on it and Lindsay has to have it. So she literally takes the bag of fruit from this old local woman. Now, just so we are clear... Nobody was harmed or insulted in this exchange. Lindsay was pointing at the desired fruit bag and the old woman gladly handed it over. Everyone in Thailand is so nice! Only 2 hours in Bangkok and Lindsay is already talking to strangers!
After a few hours of walking around the busy humid streets of Bangkok we know what has to happen next... A Thai massage. Luckily there was a legit (no hanky panky) massage parlor next door to our hotel. We quick drop our things in our room and head next door for some much needed rub downs. I kid you not, not even 20 mins into the massage kemper was out again. At first lindsay and the five other people in the room werent sure what was different with the authentic thai music playing in the backgrund then everyone realize kemper was added her own creative snoring beats to the soundtrack. If that'sdoesn't say enough, the massages were amazing!!!
Now here is where the night got weird.... Relaxed and ready to get back to our room, we jumped into the elevator with a couple other people talking about dinner options. This is when our night took a turn. The elevator was moving up and Lindsay quickly presses the 12th floor button (our floor), which caused a freak out from the hotel worker. He stopped the elevator- must I remind you that Lindsay is clostraphobic- and tried to bypass our 12th floor selection. He proceeded, in very broken English, to try and persuade us to have a complimentary dinner at the 19th floor restaurant. He said there was a flood on our floor and we couldn't go to our room. In a total confusion, and in our day dresses with wet hair from the down pour outside, we were escorted into the restaurant with no other options.Nobody spoke great English or could really tell us what was happening. So we went with it.
We sat down at our fancy dinner table, ordered a nice bottle of red, and had a 3 course meal on the house- thank you very much. I would not be painting the scene correctly if I didn't tell you about our dinner attire... We were freezing and in our dresses with no ability to get a sweater from our room. So the manager brought us the only thing she could find... 2 al Capone looking smoking jackets about 5 sizes too big. And we sat and dined in our smoking jackets and wet slicked back hair for about 2 hours. Needless to say, we were a huge hit with the other patrons at the restaraunt. Before dessert even hit the table, kemper was asleep again.
Day one- Bangkok- success.
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I read this entry with tears of joy and pride in My eyes!!! Go get Bangkok ladies! ...though I have to admit I was expecting to read that someone's coat got caught on fire when I saw 'smoking jacket in the title' ;) love, your fellow gypsy