9 freaking days in a foreign land...woot...the longest I have stayed.
Coming back, GSS stands puny beside BKK.
Photos will come later. Basically baby was there to work, I was there to play LOL but of cos I have to carry a fair share of her ...oooppff...heavy...uugghh...equipment. Lucky never exceed allowance.
Touchdown at Suvarnabhumi brings familiarity. Everything outside the terminal are as normal. None of the suspicious people in red or yellow. Very good. First things first, haggle taxi price to hotel but I think now they more organized. They even have counters to serve you. Funny sia, taxi uncles trying to be like check-in counter staff. I call it a cartel. Obviously lidat they can control price better. Somehow I rather these people not get smarter...tsk.
We got ourselves a serviced apartment. The room was so big and got better amenities than a standard hotel room. Nice. I spent a good time figuring how to work the washing machine while baby is away at work. Success. Ironing was a failure though. The bloody iron was leaking black rust literally. Spoilt hardware is a definite no-no. I gave my best impression of Mr Bean's disgruntled face to the room service staff when she came by. Success. New iron delivered immediately.
Buildings in BKK are typically short so at the 11th floor I had a good view out the window. Very good for panaromic shots.
I had pretty much time to myself while baby was away. Though I feel like exploring on my own, it doesn't feel right that I'm doing it without baby. Not as if I'm backpacking alone. I reckoned I will just walk around the area which was just fine since I'm not really keen on haggling prices to travel around. There's so much more to see when I'm not on wheels.
After baby finished her work at her event, we spent the evenings mostly exploring night markets. Imagine once, I was actually mistakenly thought to be a stall owner by some ang-mo, asking me "how much?". I was like "WWHHHAAATTTT? No no, me not thai but you gimme money I take, kap koon krap!". Well he wasn't apologetic at all and just turned away looking for the owner. I had to make sure he saw me rolling my bloody eyeballs at him before I bumped his shoulder purposefully and walked away with a fuck-care face.
I wanted so much to try the famous mango rice at Siam Sq but it got burned down. There's another outlet at Central World but that whole bloody building got burned down too. WWHHHAAATTTT!!! It's like, you got the whole of BKK to burn but you just had to burn down that mall. WTF. If you had wanted to make a statement, why don't you just burn yourselves up? That will really say something, ain't it? Mango rice gone, not cool.
There's lots more to say but I'm off to watch Toy Story 3. To be continued...
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