So relaxed, in fact, that I forget to write down the name of the hotel I am staying at in Bangkok. No problem though. I have the address and about a million people or so offering me a ride. I ask a Thai girl if she speaks English (OK - I lie... Jake asks the Thai girl if she speaks English). She does - and she's a local.
"Take taxi outside. Fastest and cheapest way." She tells us.
So Jake helps me outside and into a taxi and looks somewhat concerned as I drive off in my taxi.
I'm not going to lie. I'm sorta scared. I don't recognise anything. I want to see something familiar and I feel pathetic because of this. Harden up P... you can handle this, it's not like you're in the middle of nowhere. You're in fucking Bangkok, a tourist MECCA.
So to make myself feel better I start conversation with my driver. It's hard because he understand nothing, but likes to pretend he does as he laughs and nods. So I think we're having a conversation but then soon I get blank stares. It's annoying and hard to maintain with enthusiasm.
Oh oh! I just saw a Nokia sign. It made me feel better. Safer. How peculiar...
I decide to ignore the irritating worried voice in my head and I start absorbing the sights.
Half an hour passes and so now I'm not sure what is more amusing/devastating:
- That we have just driven for more than 30 minutes in the wrong direction.
- That my taxi driver had to get out of the car and use a payphone to call my hotel and ask for directions
- That we are now in standstill traffic with over 300 Baht on the metre already
- Or that in our (very) broken English conversation, I still can't work out whether my taxi driver has 3 wives or 3 daughters. (Likely both).
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