Even though it feels like Bangkok was months ago, I guess it was just a little over a week. Here’s what happened when we got there…
So we arrived in Bangkok by plane on the second-to-last night of the water festival celebrating Songkran (the Thai new year) where people dump, spray, and shoot water at you at all hours of the day. Though the festival is only celebrated for a few days in some places, Bangkok celebrates for SEVEN days and SEVEN nights. We got a taxi from the airport and told the driver the name of our hotel and that it’s not too far from Khao San Road, which is the main touristy crazy area. As we neared our hotel, things got progressively crazier and crazier, until we were being tossed out on the sidewalk, bags and all. The taxi driver said something about being unable to drop us too close to the hotel because of the festival, and we could see that roads were blocked so we took his word for it. When he stopped, he just started unloading our bags onto the sidewalk, which was wet and covered in baby powder. I ran out to grab the plastic garbage bag I had brought with me to start putting it over the top of my bag, while Dylan did the same inside the cab, trying to waterproof his bag. He paid the driver, and in the flurry of everything, we didn’t ask the driver which way it was to the hotel. [Note to anyone going to Bangkok: Lamphu Tree House Hotel is a great hotel, but beware of staying there because no cab driver in the city knows where it is, and they will constantly confuse it for Lamphu House, located on Khao San Road, which is what happened in this case.]
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