Sunday, July 29, 2007
Hey Hey it's BKK!
Hey Mum and Dad…
Guess what… I’ve got a mad tan, decided to get tats all over my body , pierced both ears and the back of neck, shaved half my head into some kinda fucked up eastern influenced mess and got myself a Singha t-shirt… Welcome to Bangkok!
13 hours in transit, including a delay in Adelaide and I finally got this magical mystery tour on the road! Touchdown was at around 11:00pm’ish giving me plenty of time to get lost in the Bangkok airport, duck and weave the dozen or so hopeful entrepenours each of which had their very own deal too good to refuse, and find myself a taxi. Two phone calls from my taxi driver to my hotel asking directions later (the radio blaring Big Brown Eyes by Shaggy to put my mind at ease) and it was 12:30am I was checked in, had inspected my new home for the next 4 nights (very sweet pad) and thrown my stuff all over the place.
30 seconds of deliberation over whether or not to give in to my extremely tired state and I was out of the room and headed for Khoa San Rd the heart beat of in the City that tourists flock to like a moth would to something they really enjoy being near, and so would also flock to.
The rest of the night was passed at a quiet bar talking rubbish with a couple of American film makers (one of who was a native american from NYC– so cool) and a young Irish couple… The conversation was bit of a travel story chest beating session, but the cold San Miguels and socialising within a large pack of westerns was a nice safe start to the trip…. Can’t have been too bad as I still managed to struggle through till 4:30am.
A quick and massive thanks to everyone for their well wishes before I left too… a crazy last couple of weeks, but it’s definitely appreciated! A special thanks to you too Ames for not only putting up with the never ending Travel talk and planning over the last… ummm ever… but for getting me organised and on the plane too!
Guess what… I’ve got a mad tan, decided to get tats all over my body , pierced both ears and the back of neck, shaved half my head into some kinda fucked up eastern influenced mess and got myself a Singha t-shirt… Welcome to Bangkok!
13 hours in transit, including a delay in Adelaide and I finally got this magical mystery tour on the road! Touchdown was at around 11:00pm’ish giving me plenty of time to get lost in the Bangkok airport, duck and weave the dozen or so hopeful entrepenours each of which had their very own deal too good to refuse, and find myself a taxi. Two phone calls from my taxi driver to my hotel asking directions later (the radio blaring Big Brown Eyes by Shaggy to put my mind at ease) and it was 12:30am I was checked in, had inspected my new home for the next 4 nights (very sweet pad) and thrown my stuff all over the place.
30 seconds of deliberation over whether or not to give in to my extremely tired state and I was out of the room and headed for Khoa San Rd the heart beat of in the City that tourists flock to like a moth would to something they really enjoy being near, and so would also flock to.
The rest of the night was passed at a quiet bar talking rubbish with a couple of American film makers (one of who was a native american from NYC– so cool) and a young Irish couple… The conversation was bit of a travel story chest beating session, but the cold San Miguels and socialising within a large pack of westerns was a nice safe start to the trip…. Can’t have been too bad as I still managed to struggle through till 4:30am.
A quick and massive thanks to everyone for their well wishes before I left too… a crazy last couple of weeks, but it’s definitely appreciated! A special thanks to you too Ames for not only putting up with the never ending Travel talk and planning over the last… ummm ever… but for getting me organised and on the plane too!
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Setting the scene
So many adventures lie ahead, so many questions that need answering…
In light of the recent UK terror scares, exactly how many Bangkok sex slaves am I now allowed to take through Heathrow airport?
Is juggling and diablo just as shit at Edinburgh’s Fringe as it is at Adelaide’s?
Is visiting Prague (reputed to offer 2 x 0.5L beers for under $1) and Amsterdam (do I really need to explain) so early in the trip such a good idea, and will I be physically capable of going on?
Would your average romancing male tourist be offended if I asked him to take a photo of me and his wife in front of the Eiffel tower?
Will the medicinal qualities of spearmint, rum, cane sugar and lime found in Cuban mojitos compensate for the ice that doctors advise against consuming?
How much money will my family be willing to pay for my return from:
a) those sick abducting and murdering fuckers out of ‘Hostel’
b) the Guatemalan crime lords that have earnt the country the title ‘one of the most dangerous countries in Central America’ (DFAT 2007)
c) The LA casting agent that realises just how ‘now’ my look is and rushes me off to star alongside Charlize Theron and Angelia Jolie in a story about a triangle of heated lust… and
How the hell does the rest of the world survive without the insightful, entertaining, and oh so informative advice offered by the queen of Australian television, the Brand Power lady?
In light of the recent UK terror scares, exactly how many Bangkok sex slaves am I now allowed to take through Heathrow airport?
Is juggling and diablo just as shit at Edinburgh’s Fringe as it is at Adelaide’s?
Is visiting Prague (reputed to offer 2 x 0.5L beers for under $1) and Amsterdam (do I really need to explain) so early in the trip such a good idea, and will I be physically capable of going on?
Would your average romancing male tourist be offended if I asked him to take a photo of me and his wife in front of the Eiffel tower?
Will the medicinal qualities of spearmint, rum, cane sugar and lime found in Cuban mojitos compensate for the ice that doctors advise against consuming?
How much money will my family be willing to pay for my return from:
a) those sick abducting and murdering fuckers out of ‘Hostel’
b) the Guatemalan crime lords that have earnt the country the title ‘one of the most dangerous countries in Central America’ (DFAT 2007)
c) The LA casting agent that realises just how ‘now’ my look is and rushes me off to star alongside Charlize Theron and Angelia Jolie in a story about a triangle of heated lust… and
How the hell does the rest of the world survive without the insightful, entertaining, and oh so informative advice offered by the queen of Australian television, the Brand Power lady?
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