For the last year or so I have had an onerous burden that I have had to bear. A secret that couldn't be told. Despite much pestering, pleading and plying with alcohol, my lips have remained sealed. I was tasked with keeping the destination of the Global Windy 500 a secret and despite the unbearable pressure I had kept it under wraps. I only had to last until 7pm when we got to Heathrow....
I blame the holiday spirit. The excitement of setting off. Like a fool I let the cat out of the bag and then as the word "Thailand " hung there in the air I realised it was too late to take it back.
So, on our way to the first destination (as revealed 4 hours early) of Bangkok. Home of satay sauce, kick boxing and ping pong shows. Tuk Tuks, Singha beer and lady boys. It's been a while since I was last there, collecting my wedding suit and a bucket full of orchids in preparation for the big day only 4 days in the future.
We have 9 of us on board the minibus, hopefully we shall locate a further 5 at Terminal 4 so we can have a pre flight beer or two and work out a plan of action for the other end. Pat Pong is a must for the majority. I think Marc at least is a bit of a table tennis fan.
We land at 7pm but it will feel like lunchtime with the time zones. Sometimes being a shift worker can work in your favour, the disruption of jet lag is something that rarely effects me.
This is my pony. I know, it doesn't look like a pony but for this exercise it is a pony. It must be kept on my person 24/7. Failure to do so may result in a fine. Like the fine I incurred for being leaky about the destination. I can see this being an expensive trip.
No comments:
Post a Comment