First night in Bangkok (makes a hard man humble). After 17 hours up in the air (and about six at various airports). On non-reclining “single-shell” seats. Whoever thought those were a good idea on long haul flights ought to be strapped into one for twelve hours. But all in all I was surprised at how well all that flying went. I didn’t have a single panic attack, no fears, just zen-like cow calm throughout the trip, with just a beer or two backing me up. Strange thing is, I liked the whole hoopla of taking three different planes, I liked seeing Heathrow and Hong-Kong airports, and it was all fairly easy and hassle-free. I guess everything is easy after buying train tickets at the Delhi railway station… I even slept for three hours on the Heathrow - HK stretch. But needless to say we were dead tired after all that travel, so after checking into our hotel we took a “short nap” - only 7 hours long.
So yeah, life is good. We even managed to “upgrade” our seats on the long-haul portion of our flights, from the terrible middle isle to the deluxe two-abreast seats waaaay at the back, there’s only 12 seats like that on a 4-class configuration 747-400. Too bad they didn’t recline, and I forgot my brand new neck pillow on the seat of the first flight. It didn’t matter much though, since we got nice pillows and blankeys on all the subsequent flights. I even managed to get three or four hours of in-flight sleep. Your own power outlet and free in-flight entertainment is nothing to sneeze at either, we had tons of shows and movies to chose from. I played BG:EE and watched the 3rd season of Idiot Abroad and a season of Deadliest catch. I am a man of exquisite tastes and I don’t regret anything.
As for Bangkok, our first few hours of night-life were awesome. Bangkok is full of life and color, it is like India without the horrors and shit everywhere. The city (at least the Sukhumvit part we walked about) is surprisingly clean, and you see clean up crews everywhere, so municipal services appear to be working. There are street vendors everywhere, whores, beggars, and 7-Elevens. Quite a few McD’s and Starbucks, too. We picked a nice street kitchen and had late dinner, I had flat noodles in black sauce (tried asking what that is but didn’t understand the answer) and chicken, girly had eye-wateringly spicy bean sprout tofu mix with rice. The price? 1.10€ for my meal and 1.50€ for hers. The beers ended up costing more than the food at 100 Bhat each.
Now we’re back at the hotel, enjoying the AC and the speedy internet, and it is time to try and fall asleep, and at least make an attempt at getting some sleep, so as to get the sleep cycles in order. Yawn.