One thing I noticed on the flight was that even though everyone bar me seemed to be asleep, no one was snoring.
I think I have found a cure for snoring. Simply sleep with your upper torso upright or bent slightly to the right. Make sure there is hardly enough space for your knees; ideally, get someone to sit in a reclining seat in front of you and make sure they they send it as far back as it will go. Lastly, ensure there is enough bollocks (e.g. flight entertainment brochures, toiletries, headphones, duty-free magazines) stuffed in to the back of the reclining chair. Hey presto, a quiet's night sleep!
I don't think I have ever had a feeling of instant sweat quite like the one when I stepped out of the airport and in to Thailand's drippingly warm weather. Obviously I had just met up with Coops as well but I will put the blame on the climate. I thought Coops was sporting a Hitler moustache but on closer inspection I saw it was a scab. Apparently, on the previous night, whilst prowling the streets of Bangkok, Coops made a close inspection of the concrete pavement and came off worst; "MY HANKY WAS DRIPPING IN CLARET" he said. Coops talks like that, he shouts a lot.
Here is the view from my hotel window. I used a different setting on the camera which enhanced certain colours.
As for my first night in Bangkok, well, I am sat here writing this drivel at 11.43pm local time after spending only about two of the last 36 hours asleep. The only thing I am going to say about tonight is the eight games of Connect 4 in a bar earlier will be the most unforgettable games of the counter dropping battle of wits I have ever had.
Was Coops running away from a liaison with a ladyboy when he fell?
ReplyDeleteHope you get some sleep!