We were staying at a boutique hotel out by the Airport, a good 30km from town, so we took a taxi to the closest station, SkyTrain to the waterfront, and a commuter boat up the river to the Kho San area.
On the way we ran into a Canadian couple we had met on the ferry to Ko Jum. We were on completely different routes, but our paths crossed twice, 3 weeks apart.
Anyway, Koh San is tourist central, and we kind of avoided it last time we were in town. After a couple of cocktails at some faux-Irish bar, we waded through the backpackers and drunk Aussies, past the Americans (so this is where they all were!), and noted a Mexican food restaurant with a familiar owner.
Guy is a guy who Tig and I know from our SFU days. Although he was in Business and he was quite younger than us, we met because he was a relative of a good friend (He reminded me last night that the first time he ever got drunk was at a kegger at my house, yikes!). We knew he was in Thailand, but through confusion or miscommunication, we thought he was in Phuket. Surprised to see him we were. Guy is running a restaurant with his Thai girlfriend, and after handing the store keys off to his staff, they took us for a tour of some seedier parts of Bangkok.
Aye Carumba. It was all going OK until the lady-boy introduced hermself by giving my testicles a friendly handshake. Not in Kansas anymore.
We got a cab home shortly after, about 3 hours before our wakeup call. Very hungover flight home. We are currently in Narita airport in Tokyo, where the toilets have more buttons than the Apollo moon capsule. Be home soon.
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Congratulations grasshopper! A lesson well learned with the lady boy. Now you understand the parable I sent you upon your departure....to "Beware of finding a branch where you thought was a bush"
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