We had our first day in Bangkok planned out. We would arrive around 1100, dump our cases at the hotel, head for the railway station and then walk into China town.
The hotel was the Anantara in Sathorn, and once Rick@Knees had had a little grumble that he couldn’t check in at 1100 (admitting later that he had confused normal check-in and check-out times), we grabbed a taxi and went to the station.
We then headed for Chinatown and the complaining started.
Are we there yet?
Are you sure this is Chinatown?
I am sick of walking.
I don’t remember this bit.
I do remember this bit, but it was better last time I came.
And so on. Things did not improve when we then spent the afternoon walking around the Cosplay event and finished off having to walk to the hotel from the Sky Train for a total of only nine kilometres. Still, once he is settled with a fag and a couple of drinks, the cantankerous old git is entertaining company so I’ll let him off the constant whingeing while perambulating.
Anyway, back to Chinatown and a couple of shots:
Heading for a refreshment, we were hailed by an old chap who demanded we guess how old he was.
Being polite I suggested: “42”
“96! And where do you come from?”
“England, where do you come from?”
“I am Cantonese but was born in Thailand”.
So much for integration. He went on to explain his longevity. No drinking or smoking, and he swims for an hour every day. Seeing we were impressed, he told us he also did an hour of yoga daily. Warming to his theme he then suggested he did two hundred push-ups before breakfast. We made an excuse and left before he described his no doubt energetic sex life.
“But I bet the old bugger can’t walk nine kilometres” opined my testy companion.