I remember waking up at 9 o'clock and I was buzzing, finally it was here, the day of the big trip. I had spent the entire morning packing and re-packing, I definitely didn't want to forget anything! 4.30pm came around quickly and it was then time to leave for the airport. After re-packing my bag so many times I could almost name its entire contents, I was certain that I was ready. They say time flies when your having fun, and although we were only checking-in and doing all the airport formalities it soon went and we were sat on the plane on our way. Finally all my hard work was paying off and I was about to embark on the holiday of a lifetime.


Following all the excitement, hustle and bustle of the airport, time soon seemed to slow down as we sat on the plane for ten hours. Those who know me won't be surprised to hear I worked my way through four whole films throughout the journey, and neglected sleep...the excitement kept me up. Happy and ready to get our bags we stepped off the plane with a smile on our faces...

Our smiles, however, were soon turned to yawns as waited over an hour to get through passport control. We all looked at each other with disbelief as we saw around five passport control desks with over one hundred people in each queue.

Over the time we waited we seemed to age, but eventually we collected our bags and before we knew it we were in the taxi looking down Si-lom Road for our Hostel. Things looked good, rows and rows of 5 Star hotels. We stopped and the taxi driver pointed, it turned out the other hotels were nothing to go by...

In front of us was a small white building no bigger than a standard town house. We entered and were shown up four flights of stairs and there was our room. On the way up we were privy to some building work and I particularly enjoyed the thrill of the stairs without a hand rail. My first hostel experince: the room was the size of the average english bathroom, 2 bunk beds, white walls and no windows. Prison came to mind... The shared shower and toilet wasn't to bad as they were being refurbished and we were the only ones using them. I would say the easyjet of hotels but a glorified cell seems more accurate.

That evening, despite being tired we ventured down Si-lom Road for some suitable munch. Five minutes down the road it came in the form of a well-presented thai restaraunt. More expensive than we might have wished but it certainly replaced the taste of flight food.

After browsing the menu, I decided on a thai green curry... not the best decision I have ever made. It was hot, very hot and taking the taste of flight food out of my mouth is perhaps an understatement but still a good move. We wondered past various strip clubs, bars and clubs, being offered ping pong shows near enough every minute.

We decided to save that for another time...

Delays, problems and new accomodation experiences aside, we were finally in Bangkok and therefore didn't mind that every move either me or Goatee made in the bunk bed woke each other up. It didn't matter because our adventure had just begun.