April 23 Day 67
We got up and were glad to see that a guy from across the street was able to enter our guesthouse's office and get our key deposit back. It was still hot and humid to walk to the train station with all of our gear but at least there was little traffic.
We made it and were waiting for our train when I decided to look at the arrivals board and saw that our train was 53 minutes late. It eventually came but wasn't the second class we had last time. We had the designated seats that reclined but no AC or automatic food service. Vendors came by so we had coffee and coconut cake but the car was very hot and no one ever checked our tickets. We had to switch seats as the man beside Meg was doing a manspread but he soon left and we were able to sit together. At least the scenery was much greener and nicer from the train.
We ended up at the train station but were frustrated by the taxi drivers who refused to use their meter and quoted ridiculous prices to us. One drove us for a bit before giving his inflated price so I got out the camera and took pictures of him and his license, which he didn't like at all.
We ended up walking and saying' "taxi bad!" to anyone who offered us a ride. My map was sketchy but got us to the hostel as at least this part of Bangkok was clearly signed.
Our hostel was nice and cool and we had what used to be an 8 bed dorm to ourselves as a double so we could really spread out. We had showers and were able to order from the woman next door to have lunch sent over to eat it in the cool lobby. We were also able to order a taxi for the airport in advance so it was all good. We washed and gobbled up half a kilo of rambutans (way cooler looking than lychees but not quite as tasty) and so felt pretty good.
One strange thing we noticed while in Bangkok was women with visible cream on their faces, sometimes smeared on in shapes and patterns. It turns out that it's not sunscreen that hasn't soaked in, it's skin whitening cream that has to stay on for awhile for the bleach to do its magic. Here's hoping that the trend doesn't spread too far but the Asian obsession with skin whiteners is apparently continuing.
We went to the post office for post cards and then wandered down a commercial strip before coming back to our hostel. The best restaurant close to us was a Chinese (the owner called it "fusion") place in an old style building. They were able to make us a Penang curry even though it wasn't on the menu and we had a solid meal. We went to sleep early after repacking as our 6:30 flight meant a 3 am wake up.
We got up and were glad to see that a guy from across the street was able to enter our guesthouse's office and get our key deposit back. It was still hot and humid to walk to the train station with all of our gear but at least there was little traffic.
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| One Night in Bangkok... |
We ended up at the train station but were frustrated by the taxi drivers who refused to use their meter and quoted ridiculous prices to us. One drove us for a bit before giving his inflated price so I got out the camera and took pictures of him and his license, which he didn't like at all.
We ended up walking and saying' "taxi bad!" to anyone who offered us a ride. My map was sketchy but got us to the hostel as at least this part of Bangkok was clearly signed.
Our hostel was nice and cool and we had what used to be an 8 bed dorm to ourselves as a double so we could really spread out. We had showers and were able to order from the woman next door to have lunch sent over to eat it in the cool lobby. We were also able to order a taxi for the airport in advance so it was all good. We washed and gobbled up half a kilo of rambutans (way cooler looking than lychees but not quite as tasty) and so felt pretty good.
One strange thing we noticed while in Bangkok was women with visible cream on their faces, sometimes smeared on in shapes and patterns. It turns out that it's not sunscreen that hasn't soaked in, it's skin whitening cream that has to stay on for awhile for the bleach to do its magic. Here's hoping that the trend doesn't spread too far but the Asian obsession with skin whiteners is apparently continuing.
We went to the post office for post cards and then wandered down a commercial strip before coming back to our hostel. The best restaurant close to us was a Chinese (the owner called it "fusion") place in an old style building. They were able to make us a Penang curry even though it wasn't on the menu and we had a solid meal. We went to sleep early after repacking as our 6:30 flight meant a 3 am wake up.
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