Last night was......different. Shortly after writing my last entry I headed out to a recommended bar - Gulliver's Travellers (boll*cks, I know) where I met a load of other travellers. Most of them were from Jersey but they had acquired all sorts of breeds along the way (they had been travelling around India prior to arriving in Bangkok). They were all nutters, so we got along fine. A few bottles of Sam Song (highly potent chemical spirit) later, after the bar had closed at one, we decided to jump a tuk-tuk to club endorsed by the driver. The drive took half an hour and turned into a race with all of us, pissed out our minds, egging the drivers on as the tuk-tuks wheelied through the streets to the other side of the city. Eventually we arrived at the bottom of some seedy alley which looked more like a mechanics garage courtyard than a club. When in there, the music was sh*te - europop and R&B - but I was completely smashed and dancing. There was prostitutes trying it on everwhere. Neil, one of the lads I had met, points out three stunners on the dancefloor and tells me they were....wait for it.....LADY BOYS. I was skeptical. HOWEVER, when I was stood outside the club later I saw them all chatting in MAN VOICE. You can't believe there's a market for that s***, can you? (I'm told it's the Germans). I left the club at four a.m. (I had had no sleep at all the day before apart from the hour on the bench by the river, plus I was jet-lagged to f*ck) and managed to blag a taxi with a Greek guy who was taking three prostitutes back to his apartment for an orgy, to save cost. Although he didn't want any cash so it was free anyway. On arriving back at Khao San Road I realised I had no idea what my hostel was called and only sort of knew what it looked like. The only thing I had to work on was it position on the street. So I stumbled down to where I thought it was and was greeted by a shutter. A %$#@ing shutter! I was tired, pissed, and now I had no home. Great. Adament that the hostel was behind THAT shutter, I loittered around the street waiting for it to open, during which time I was harrased by even more prostitutes, fell asleep on a cafe chair for all of twenty minutes , met a complete ******er called George who tried "accessing" another guys girlfriend before the man's very eyes (and then he had the cheek to ask for redemption!), drank cofee, watched an early morning street parade with dragons and acrobatic kids, and chatted psycholgy, socialogy and other boll*cks with Neil and Oli - a couple of the lads I had been out with who met me after they left the club at seven. At ten a.m. the shutter opended and, lo-and-behold, it was a shop. A shop. I had to laugh. I had been waiting for a shop to open and even funnier is that ten, twenty metres down on the street on the other side of the street was my hostel open - open all night. I blame the Sam Song, coupled with the fact that I was sure of the hostels position on the street (but, I had been dropped off on the opposite end). Damn fool. When I got to my room I hit the bed like a sack of rocks, despite the blazing heat and only a fan suppress it. I was asleep by about twelve noon. And didn't get up til 10.00pm this evening. I Watched the England match and then went back to the hostel to do my journal.