Indeed the alarm did go off at five thirty (it is surprising how ungrumpy you are when it's not work that's woken you up that early). We got up and did the Skype'y business we were used to, had a shower and caught the seven o'clock bus to the airport gratis of the hotel. We nearly killed a man on a bike, but got there and Sarah was go go gadget gagging for a drink of an alcoholic nature. We queued for thirty minutes to check in, 'do you have any free upgrades to first class available?' the reply 'no we do not' alright no need to get eggy. We headed through to the departure lounge, it did not beep when I went through, unfortunately nor did it beep for Sarah, we headed for the bar (it was now eight fifteen AM). I had my first beer of the trip (my dad nearly fainted the other day when I told him I had not had a beer yet on the whole trip, 'what sort of a chuffing holiday is that youth?', it cost six b****** quid and Sarah's wine was the same. We did the only thing we could to save money and went to the duty free shop and bought a litre bottle of Vodka (the same price as a beer and a wine together at the bar), we then proceeded to get drunk, it was bliss, we did handstands in the airport and laid down in a rather sexy manner on the sofa's there (before Sarah spilt coke all over them). We then got on the plane and the plane had a brilliant invention, a camera on its nose so we could watch the take off as the plane driver saw it (the pilot). We read a very interesting article whilst waiting for take off, and I quote all drinks are complimentary during Thai Airways flights, what a result when half cut that's like saying drink, if you vomit we will wipe it with a fifty pound note from your sickie mouth then feed you kebab from our kebaby heaven. We proceeded to get drunk, vodka, wine, gin we were on a roll, Sarah fell asleep I thought it were an opportunity not to be missed and stayed very much awake, I had never felt so full of joy, in fact I had a beautiful moment when listening to Eva Cassidy - What a wonderful world came on and I was looking out above the clouds with Sarah smiling back at me, genuinely it was one of the happiest moments of my life and it made a tear form in my eye. I asked the Air Hostess 'please may we sit in first class?' a reasonable request I thought but she laughed her Thai t*** off at me, I took this as a firm no. We then got served food, a bloody master cookery class for British flights, curried chicken, rice, smoked salmon, lentils, bread and a light fluffy lemon pudding. The flight continued with the lights down, I think this was a personal vendetta against me drinking, a cruel plight to stop me necking free booze. This however did mean we both got hangovers by the time we were nearly landing, because the landing is the most frightening bit for Sarah she drank more (good old bird). We landed and Sarah claimed it was the best flight she had ever had. We then had to go through the immigration bit, and in the time it took for them to check our line I had grown a beard! I was getting a bit cross. We then got bus tickets to get to Koh San road we then had to wait outside, the doors opened and we got that warm blast of air that you get when arriving somewhere hot. The bus journey was advertised as forty five minutes, two hours later we got off the bus. At this point I was so hungry I could hardly see so we walked the two minute walk to our hotel dropped our bag off in the room and headed down to the bar, where we had a beer, a pineapple shake, spaghetti bolognaise and chips this came to three pounds, I was loving it. We then headed for Koh San road (the main strip in Bangkok) it was exactly how I imagined it full of every type of person you can imagine, street stalls, bars, clubs and shops selling everything you could ever imagine. The smells were incredible the lights were bright. Every few yards sweaty Thai blokes were offering 'tuc-tuc's' (not the cheesy biscuits), which are basically a three wheel motorbike with a seat on the back. We decided after the flight, the drunkness and the hangover, to call it a night. We got into the room, and it was upon our return that we realised what a shabby hotel it was, the window had slats which did not shut, the toilet was in the shower room and you had to stand with a leg either side of the bog to have a shower. To top it off we wanted a shower as it had been a long day and there was not even a drop of hot water. We went to sleep, I had set my alarm for two AM to ring my sister as she was out for her birthday with the family. I went back to sleep.