Sunday - Bangkok The view from the hotel room reflects the intensity of Bangkok. Tuk Tuk's, motorbikes, taxi's and private cars jostle for position on the roads, and hawkers and street stall seller's call to us to view their wares. We all regroup at breakfast, swapping tales of the evening before. Today we have till 1.30pm to powershop. In three separate groups we plan our attack. F and C want to go to the 'rip off' market, but their attempt to catch a taxi...
Wendy's 50th Birthday
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9am in the lobby we met Poo our guide who with Gawrn, the driver escorted all but Carla and Freddie , on our "Where's Wendy?" tour. Where's Wally? Sorry I mean where's Wendy? On our guided bus tour around Bangkok we had difficulty explaining to the guide that the three of us, L S and B only met the three of them CA, M and K yet we were all here celebrating Wendy's birthday who, by the way, is not here. Where is Wendy? BARCELONA , of course!!! Poor poo, she ...
Three separate transfers whisked us from Airport to Indra Regent. Freddie and Carla were greeted with bed bugs so a quick call to reception for a room change was necessary. F and C finally located by the sound of the hotel staff vacuuming their New room to an inch of it's life. For the evening we divided up into two groups. Walkers and diners. Michelle Katrina and Ca starving jumped a cab to Banyan Tree 5 star roof top dining on the 61st floor. Wow, what an ex...
Woke up earlier than any tradesman would contemplate and washed the dribble from my face. It was still dark for god's sake when the shuttle picked is up and ca late as usual! However we did beat mrs organized to the airport. After a sloppy bacon and scrambled egg breakfast we purchased copious amounts of alcohol. Still no sign of the surfing wives but in a flurry of duty free bags overflowing with alcohol they appeared and we boarded. This was gonna be fun.