Bangkok-a-go-go

Chris here. Jo is upstairs spending our first day in this strange land being sick. Thankfully, it’s just from a bad headache, and not from the dreaded squits.

So we have finally arrived. It has begun. The flight was pretty good. No lovely Thai ladies serving us though, or delicious food. It was like a poor mans Virgin Flight. These tales of Quantas being the be all and end all of sky travel are widely exaggerated. Good films though, had about a million to choose form, including The Fugitive, Dirty Harry and Little Miss Sunshine, so I was happy! Managed to get to the airport, and get through immigration without a hitch too so that was nice. Found it very hard to say goodbye to everyone in London though. I'm such a girl and a mommy’s boy. And, whilst I’m on the subject of me being a wimp, I’ll be honest; this travelling malarkey is tough at first! I'm trying to embrace the excitement of being in this new strange place, but I’m honestly just freaking out a bit. Its not so much Thailand and the madness that is Bangkok, it's mostly just the fact my old life has gone. I have to keep all my pants and clothes squished together in a tiny bag. I can't brush my teeth from the tap or I’ll spend several days needing a nappy. I have to ask for drinks without ice cubes. And I CAN'T STOP SWEATING (ok not much of a change there I guess). I just need to chill out, and embrace this new existence for a while. But I’ll be honest; I’m missing my straightners, DVD and iPod! Anyway, enough of my moaning about that, I guess it will get a lot easier; I mean it is only the first day.

So, about our first day. We arrived last night at about 5pm, after spending a mini cab ride from the airport with a group of 17 year old girls who made us feel infinitely old as they talked about going to uni and saying the words 'yeah, so' a lot, we got dropped off down a street that looked as though its come straight from the film 'The Beach' (Yes I know Cliché, but it really does.) We managed to get to our hotel, amidst the tiny allies (Or Soi as they call them here - Yes I have been reading my Lonely Planet Guide) only to be told the air con is broke. At this point I nearly start crying as the miniature walk from the cab to the reception desk has already caused my clothes to start shrinking due to the amoutn of sweat im producing. So we get told we have been upgraded to another hotel down the road. Off we trundle through the streets, past strange men on the floor begging, lots of stalls selling belts, roaming stray cats, and a kiosk selling something which I honestly think was brown, pickled eggs (Oh god I gagged) finally we reach our new hotel. It loosk almost identicle as the last, and we are quickly escorted to our room. upon entry, it actually looks like a prison cell. Double bed, TV (literally on the bed) tiny desk, MASSIVE fridge, and a bathroom. We have two windows. One opens onto a cupboard with no natural light. The other is painted on the wall above our bed. At this point, I start to freak. Then we look at the shower. It has cold water only, and is electrical, with the wires pleasantly poking out of the wall. Also to our discovery this morning, it's actually just a hose. Not a shower. The head just pops off as soon as the water starts to run. Lovely. So, on this morning, as Jo lies in bed trying to get over a headache and some sickyness, we are on the hunt for a new hotel. This is our mission. I only hope we can succeed.

Love you and miss you all.x