“…and the city don’t know what the city is getting.”
One Night in Bangkok by British actor Murray Head has been playing in my head since I arrived, except that it’s morning, and a rather gloomy one at that. Plus, I’ll be staying here for three more nights. (Sometimes I wish my brain came up with less literal mental soundtracks.) The climate here is no different from home, to be sure. Our send-off from Manila was heavy downpour; our Thai welcome was a slight drizzle.
We touched down in Suvarnabhumi Airport a little past midnight. But because of the prolonged immigration queue and a mix-up in transportation arrangements, we managed to enter the city in the wee hours of the morning. This means I have to wait 12 more hours until I imbibe the infamously glitzy nightlife.
Still, it’s good to finally make it to Thailand after several false fits and starts. I can’t wait to see the rest of the capital. But for now, some catch-up shuteye. Later!
Planet Chuckie 