One night in Bangkok

We learned a bit about the true cost of buying a “hacker fare” on the trip from Bali to Da Nang. When we arrived at Bangkok’s Don Mueng airport, we had about an hour and a half to make our connection. But after queuing amongst a very tired Chinese tour group, we were told instead to report to immigration.

It turned out we weren’t making both legs on the same ticket, but rather we had two separate numbers. So, we had to actually land in Thailand and then re-exit.

By which time we had of course missed our flight. Some more anxiety and lines later, we found ourselves, tired, in the equally tired Amari hotel connected to the airport. We had dinner at Henry J Beans bar and grille, serenaded by a duo of local kids killing us softly with our songs. Or “kisen may sofy wisda soon” as we say in these parts.

We had a little dip in the hotel’s big pool and headed to the room. The big bed was magically soft and the A/C positively arctic, so we slept well. But we were still on our way out the door when our 4:45 wake up call rang.

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