After we returned to work, the very next day, it was announced that we would be given the whole week off for Eid. Gee, that's great news, but essentially I only had 3 days to plan my trip and get a plane ticket. My first thought was India. I went to the Indi
Several people suggested Thailand. Ok, why not? Thailand is a huge country and I wouldn't be able to see it all in a week. I did a bit of research and decided to spend some time in Bangkok and then head north to Chiang Mai. Finally, Thursday evening, I tried to book my flight.
I found a good deal for aro
Rats. Ok try again. I tried for hours and hours. Finally, I found a direct flight on Etihad returning a day earlier than I wanted and $300.00 more than I wanted to pay. Fine. I put in my credit card details and pressed "Ok." The computer read: "This flight is now $905.00. "Fine." I p
I gave up and had to start my search again! Finally, 9 hours later! I got a ticket on Qatar Airways. It was going to take me 9 hours to reach Bangkok after a layover in Doha, and a whopping 14.5 hours to return after a 7 hour layover on my way back. Ugh. Better than hanging aroun
I arrived in Bangkok early that morning. I was told to head to the backpacker are of Kho San Road. A friend suggested a hotel room for me to stay in. I grabbed a cab, and headed that way. The driver just sort of dumped me off in the Kho San Road area and I couldn't find the hotel I wanted. Fine. I wandered up and down the road until I finally found a decent place to stay. During my wanderings, I happened upon some kind of break dancing competition. Cool. I stuck around for a while and watched these guys show their stuff.
I headed over to Wat Pho (meaning temple of reclining Buddha), an area that is said to be the birthplace of Bangkok and Thai Massage. It was already "closed" when I got there, but the gates were open and I was able to take a leisurely stroll of the grounds. Unfortunately, I found out later, that I missed the Reclining Buddha which I hear is pretty impressive at 46 meters long with mother-of-pearl feet.
Is it a frog or a dragon or what?
I walked around for as long as I could that night until my feet really hurt and I wasn't quite sure I could find my way back in the dark. So, I grabbed a tuk tuk (which is basically a small open air tri-wheeled motorcycle) and motored my way back to Kho San Road for a midnight snack and some much needed sleep.
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