Trip Start Jan 22, 2008
101Trip End Sep 30, 2008
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Having left the palace me and my current travelling companion (still simon) paused briefly to consider our next destination and a smartly dressed man approached. He informed us that the temple we were intending to visit was closed but that we were very lucky as it was national Buddha Day so all tuk-tuks were only 20 baht (about 33 pence) and would take us to all temples in the city. This sounded like a stroke of luck so we hopped into a tuk tuk with friendly driver, sang, who found our names hilarious and went on for some length about the thia prime minister being owner of man city. I decided I liked sang, especially when he waited patiently for us to finish in the golden mount. It was at this point that thins tuk a turn for the worse as he suggested that instead of going to the next temple, we may instead like to look at some thai tailoring. We gave up after repeated attempts to resist seemed to fall on deaf ears and thought it would be harmless enough. That opinion changed as sang pulled up to the shop and about seven assisatants came to greet us - a knowing glance between simon and i was followed by some full pelt sprinting though the backstreets of bangkok....
The evening featured visits to patpong, which we dipped our toe in rather than diving into despite a note in my guide book informing me that it was the place to go if you want to see a "woman do everything with her vagina except give birth"...Further drinks followed on khao san road, mainly Thai whisky at the suggestion of some well lubricated aussies who were out celebrating australia day. After the second bucket things became a little hazy and it was with some relief that I awoke in my own room, alone and with all my possessions. I staggered along the corridor to find that simon had not been so lucky - he had come round in an odd neighbourhood, on the road with no money and no camera. He somehow persuaded someone to return him to the guest house on a motorbike but had no other memories. I suspect that if he sticks with me for any amount of time, this will not be his last experience of waking up with a dry mouth, banging head and gaping void of recollection...