We arrived in Bangkok after a 12 hour bus ride at about... 6am. We quickly scouted and booked a place to stay and the rest of the day was a crap shoot except a food excursion and some pool. The next day was much more suiting for the title of this post. We switched rooms from a private room to a traditional dorm-style hostel. We decided to head out to the MBK mall again (Moni and I had been there on our first visit to Bangkok). We spent the day bargaining and haggling for goodies and enjoying out last taste of Thai cuisine.
The boys, Grant & Larry, decided to go see The Hobbit since it was the premier that day in Thailand. Monica and I decided to hit the streets and see what kind of entertainment could be stirred up out there. We decided we would meet later back at the hostel and hit Khao San Road which is sort of the red light district/street party venue in Bangkok.
While cruising the streets of Bangkok around MBK, I did my best to create some memorable experiences:
(Yes those are deep-fried cockroaches. Yes I did eat one.)
Once on the streets on Khao San Road, we realized we needed to live up to the night's motto: One night in Bangkok.
Around 7am, I decided it was time to turn in (especially since we had to catch a taxi to the airport at 1pm). Found my bed at the hostel. By this time, the sun was pretty much full fledged. I looked across the room to see that Monica's bed was still empty and I had not cabbed back with her to the hostel. My immediate big brother mentality sank in and I knew I had no chance at sleeping not knowing her whereabouts. In my.... "state" I knew the only way I could cope was to go on a mission back to Khao San Road and have a look for her.
I put on my headphones, shades, don't fuck with me face and caught a cab back to this shady early morning post party waste-land. I walked up and down the street for almost two hours looking in and out of bars for my shaved head little sibling. I have to admit the scene was similar to an after-party of a rave from back in my high school days. Stragglers that should have been put to bed hours ago but without any supervision kept it going.
It was becoming obvious that this search would end fruitless but at least I wasn't laying in a bed with the sun peering in and me tossing and letting my mind play tricks on me of what could have possibly gone wrong. Of course, to top off the adventure, I was walking back to the main intersection to get a cab and a hooker (I'm about 97% positive it was a lady-boy) grabbed me full on by my dick and tried to drag me off into some alley. Without hesitation, I ripped his/her hand off my junk and B-lined for the cabby.
Of course, by this time it was rush hour and my cab driver was amped up on god knows what and would blast the bass telling me about his four wives and making noises I don't even care to describe.
When I got back to the hostel, Monica was still not there. However, at this point I had given it my all and all I could do was say Fuuuuggit! Fortunately, when I woke at 11am she was there safe and sound.
One night in Bangkok. Fuck. Haha!
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