Sardines

WLong haul flights. A necessary evil if you want to get out of Europe but rarely much fun. And so we arrived and safely negotiated the new Bangkok airport, passport control and the swish new airport express train in to the centre. 

All very nice but not 'sardine-like' enough. The taxi driver was far from impressed that we turned our noses up at his air conditioned taxi in favour of several Tuk Tuks. And so I arrived at Price Palace Hotel squashed up on the floor of a Tuk Tuk with my rucksack, mother-in-law and a couple of surprised looking Germans. 

A seedy looking gentleman did us a deal with his swanky minibus to get us out to Pat Pong. We had wanted to give Lucas a cultural experience but Jo drew the line at ping pong shows so we settled for a meal and several cold Singhas. 

It's a fascinating place Bangkok. Well it is the first couple of times you visit. There are certain activities that you really need to indulge in. Being squashed in the back of a Tuk Tuk with an insane wannabe Formula one driver at the helm is one of these necessary activities. 

It was a late night by the time we dumped young Lucas in his bed on the 21st floor.