Well today started off with THE BEST BRUNCH OF MY LIFE. I had a Mediterranean breakfast and a mango smoothie. On my breakfast I had:
And a bowl of tropical fruit
Needless to say it was immense!
Then we finally got to Wat Arun-a place we've been trying to get to for ages. This involved a river boat tour (one we elected to go on this time) and a short ferry crossing. Wat Arun is another religious temple (yes we've been highly
Cultured on this holiday) and so involved renting some cover ups for our bared naked...shoulders. Luckily I found a rather fetching animal print scarf to wrap around myself!
The steps were very steep (to get to the views at the top)and so it meant braving the vertical climb. I watched one boy at the bottom of the third step of steps put his head against the wall and talk himself into doing it. He might have even said a little prayer for himself! Anyway, we followed him up...until about halfway when he decided it was too much and he had to come back down (whimpering may I add). This meant that we had to move across ON THE STEEPEST STAIRS IN THE WORLD. But you know, at least he tried and all that...
After Wat Arun we headed down to the tourist street as I'm on a top (not so secret) mission to get some leather handbags for some fellow McCarthys. Luckily James was able to barter the price down for me and Laura as we can only do so much with our limited Thai. There might have also been some beer and a couple of games of cards involved here too...
Then the race was on to get home and showered before meeting the other four for sunset cocktails on another sky bar (roof top terrace).
Unfortunately the world and his wife decided to get in their cars at this exact moment making our return journeys very long.
So this was why Laura and I decided to get a taxi to the BTS to meet the others, after our showers. Our taxi driver (possible missing from some asylum somewhere) found it hilarious to charge us 100b to go around the corner. Now it didn't bother is as we were in too much of a rush to barter and it's only £2! So we jumped in and let him drive whilst giggling to himself manically about how he'd suckered two girls into paying five times the real cost. All we heard was 'Phaya Thai BTS! Hehe hehe hehe' repeatedly for the whole journey. Which is why we were very confused when he dropped us off at what I fondly call 'ratatouille' BTS (partly because I can't pronounce the real name and partly because I strongly believe that Bangkok is missing a station named ratatouille BTS)-aka the next station along and an even shorter journey for him.
Finally we met the others and got our cocktails at dusk before moving onto the erm 'ladyboy' part of town. We spent our time green with envy over the fact that these 'women' had better bodies than us. But after a beer we let this go and legged it to the ex pat end of town where we didn't have to stare at ladyboys dancing on poles.
Beer turned into gin at the Bangkok version of 'snobs' (for you brummie lot) or 'fan club' (for you Leicester lot) which is a place that you have to see to believe. There was a half used tin of paint on the floor. It was an old, empty shop? Cafe? Hole? But anyway it was a good night and we danced and drank until 2am. Then it was kicking out time and of course no night should end at 2am!! So we rode around for a VERY LONG TIME in a variety of Tuktuks and taxis trying to find somewhere else. Finally in some underground car park we discovered a nightclub that served us and then promptly turned music off and lights on ten minutes later. It was well worth the journey...
This was clearly not enough. So we rode around again and again and again until we found a taxi driver who insisted we visited this club he knew of called 'the honey club'. We should have realised from the title, but we carried on regardless-in need of beer-and arrived at the strangest place we had ever been to. All I will say is that:
-We were assured that the dancing women were in fact women this time by our new friend (taxi man) who then came and sat with us-like it was a completely normal situation to be in.
-we had one beer and ran for the hills.
This was when we realised that nothing good happens after 2am-we should have listened to Ted Mosby from the beginning.