So I missed out blogging on Bangkok the first time round as I knew there would be a reunion with this place on the way back for the final flight out to Delhi. Not only was it a reunion with the place itself but also a reunion with Russel Crowe and actually with his friends too who, photographic evidence suggests, we actually met way back in Nha Trang but (because of the German) none of us remember.
The reunion with the city bought back many a fond memory of tuk tuk drivers calling 'ping pong show, puh puh' (something that you have to go and see in while your in Bangkok, google it if your brave enough and over the age of 18) and the blissful sound of the frog.
A friendly tone that has accompanied us throughout the journey since our initial purchase in Chang Mai. They are musical instruments that sound like frogs, you gently stroke the top with the supplied stick to make a wonderful sound. Arrrrgh. That may sound horrendously annoying to you, but it has become a comfort to Hannah and I as we use it to wake each other up and often get them out on long journeys to ease the boredom and to make friends (it doesn't irritate anyone, honest). We have even perfected harmonies. That teamed with Bieber (the Glee version) generally goes preeetty far to putting us up there as the coolest people ever. Believe it or not that was actually not on my I-pod (Russel). Public humiliation at its best right there.
So Bangkok bought an attempted reunion (ladies), a belated reunion (Russel Crowe), an unknown reunion (the rest of you lot we were with) and a cinematic reunion (Hangover 2). Nothing like watching Hangover 2 in the cinema in Bangkok where its set. The weirdest thing about the experience was possibly the dedication to the King at the beginning of the film. You all have to stand and watch a film about the life of the King. It's not the national anthem or anything, just some strange biopic. It was edging on being as funny as the film itself it has to be said, although I'm not sure that much can beat it. Certain members of our group actually had to leave the cinema as they could not contain their laughter, how mature. As far as the film goes, it's hilarious, and probably shows the randomness of Bangkok pretty well, although I can safely say that I don't know anyone thats managed to lose any fingers and I haven't seen a monkey that can smoke.
For us, our second trip to Bangkok was really just a manic shopping spree stocking up before the trip home and then a bit of an epic drinking session (again I know). We had done all the temples, government buildings and markets on the first trip, so it was time to go out from South East Asia with a bang, and that we did. In fact we were lucky to even leave South East Asia on time at all.
After a night of various drinking games... Never take on rugby boys at their own game, its a mistake for anyone needing to be at the airport by 6am. The games took on a new level of competitiveness and everyone in the bar must've thought that we were going crazy they were played so passionately. But thats the way it should be. We are forever disappointed by peoples lack luster attitude to drinking games, but these peeps excelled with enthusiasm which only encouraged Han and I still further. YEEEEHHHHAAAAAA, HOE DOWWWN, BIG TITTY COW GIRL and HAAAY BARRRN were being yelled at the tops of our voices whilst sporadically being intercepted by
1) Types of fruit
2) Country names
3) Carbonated drink brands
Each person chose an item from each of the above, for example Papaya, South Africa and Vimto or Grape, Lithuania, Orangina. The more obscure the better. The seasoned pro's were cracking out things such as United Arab Emirates or Lichtenstein. The aim was to remember what everyones choices were and then as someone loses the group game (Yeehaaa), start shouting them. If you repeat the word three times before anyone else has completed a country/fruit/carbonated drink brand set whoever you were shouting has to drink. Try shouting United Arab Emirates 3 times before someone else finishes shouting Lithuania.Its basically impossible.
This got ridiculous and as Han and I were the nubes, we seemed to be the target.
So we rocked up at the airport feeling more than a little bit worse for wear at 6am, to see on the board our flight number and a big red flashing light... check in closed.
Panic.
Double check the ticket.
It says 8:30.
Confusion.
Run to the check in counter.
Apparently our flight time had been changed. Well thanks for telling us STA! We'd had no info on this at all, so after a bit of begging we were raced through check in VIP styleee (a good job too, they didn't weigh our bags, they're so heavy at the moment its like we're lugging around a dead body or something).
So we were radioed through every stop off and met at every point to be raced through the next section. Best way really, none of that waiting around rubbish, although we did miss the treasured squirt of perfume in the Duty Free!
But as we finally boarded the plane a good 20 minutes late, we were the people that everyone hated. Well, I'm guessing it was 20 minutes late but I still have no idea what time the flight was actually scheduled to leave, so I guess it could've been longer. Ooops. What a great way to start off our time in India. Fabulous.
The reunion with the city bought back many a fond memory of tuk tuk drivers calling 'ping pong show, puh puh' (something that you have to go and see in while your in Bangkok, google it if your brave enough and over the age of 18) and the blissful sound of the frog.
A friendly tone that has accompanied us throughout the journey since our initial purchase in Chang Mai. They are musical instruments that sound like frogs, you gently stroke the top with the supplied stick to make a wonderful sound. Arrrrgh. That may sound horrendously annoying to you, but it has become a comfort to Hannah and I as we use it to wake each other up and often get them out on long journeys to ease the boredom and to make friends (it doesn't irritate anyone, honest). We have even perfected harmonies. That teamed with Bieber (the Glee version) generally goes preeetty far to putting us up there as the coolest people ever. Believe it or not that was actually not on my I-pod (Russel). Public humiliation at its best right there.
So Bangkok bought an attempted reunion (ladies), a belated reunion (Russel Crowe), an unknown reunion (the rest of you lot we were with) and a cinematic reunion (Hangover 2). Nothing like watching Hangover 2 in the cinema in Bangkok where its set. The weirdest thing about the experience was possibly the dedication to the King at the beginning of the film. You all have to stand and watch a film about the life of the King. It's not the national anthem or anything, just some strange biopic. It was edging on being as funny as the film itself it has to be said, although I'm not sure that much can beat it. Certain members of our group actually had to leave the cinema as they could not contain their laughter, how mature. As far as the film goes, it's hilarious, and probably shows the randomness of Bangkok pretty well, although I can safely say that I don't know anyone thats managed to lose any fingers and I haven't seen a monkey that can smoke.
For us, our second trip to Bangkok was really just a manic shopping spree stocking up before the trip home and then a bit of an epic drinking session (again I know). We had done all the temples, government buildings and markets on the first trip, so it was time to go out from South East Asia with a bang, and that we did. In fact we were lucky to even leave South East Asia on time at all.
After a night of various drinking games... Never take on rugby boys at their own game, its a mistake for anyone needing to be at the airport by 6am. The games took on a new level of competitiveness and everyone in the bar must've thought that we were going crazy they were played so passionately. But thats the way it should be. We are forever disappointed by peoples lack luster attitude to drinking games, but these peeps excelled with enthusiasm which only encouraged Han and I still further. YEEEEHHHHAAAAAA, HOE DOWWWN, BIG TITTY COW GIRL and HAAAY BARRRN were being yelled at the tops of our voices whilst sporadically being intercepted by
1) Types of fruit
2) Country names
3) Carbonated drink brands
Each person chose an item from each of the above, for example Papaya, South Africa and Vimto or Grape, Lithuania, Orangina. The more obscure the better. The seasoned pro's were cracking out things such as United Arab Emirates or Lichtenstein. The aim was to remember what everyones choices were and then as someone loses the group game (Yeehaaa), start shouting them. If you repeat the word three times before anyone else has completed a country/fruit/carbonated drink brand set whoever you were shouting has to drink. Try shouting United Arab Emirates 3 times before someone else finishes shouting Lithuania.Its basically impossible.
This got ridiculous and as Han and I were the nubes, we seemed to be the target.
So we rocked up at the airport feeling more than a little bit worse for wear at 6am, to see on the board our flight number and a big red flashing light... check in closed.
Panic.
Double check the ticket.
It says 8:30.
Confusion.
Run to the check in counter.
Apparently our flight time had been changed. Well thanks for telling us STA! We'd had no info on this at all, so after a bit of begging we were raced through check in VIP styleee (a good job too, they didn't weigh our bags, they're so heavy at the moment its like we're lugging around a dead body or something).
So we were radioed through every stop off and met at every point to be raced through the next section. Best way really, none of that waiting around rubbish, although we did miss the treasured squirt of perfume in the Duty Free!
But as we finally boarded the plane a good 20 minutes late, we were the people that everyone hated. Well, I'm guessing it was 20 minutes late but I still have no idea what time the flight was actually scheduled to leave, so I guess it could've been longer. Ooops. What a great way to start off our time in India. Fabulous.
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