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Already without a wink of sleep since the day previous, I stand in an eerily silent hotel foyer, waiting for my taxi. The inner city roads are still quite busy for 4 a.m, but the freeway to Suvarnabhumi International Airport is like a 10 mile long runway, waiting to be attacked like a Top Gear speed test. And we’ve just been given permission to roll.
It was already after noon by the time I left my hostel in Sukhumvit to explore more of central Bangkok. After two or three hours of partially navigating my way around Bangkok’s inner core, but mostly of getting lost, I found my way back to good old Central Pier – apparently there was a requisite landmark that I had overlooked.
The bumps and augmenting turbulence of my Air Asia jet did little to quell the somnolent state i’d come to find myself in during this, and every other plane, train and boat journey during my trip so far. Until, that is, the charm of my titled head and wide open jaw unknowingly allured the attention of a fellow passenger seated next to me.
I recall arriving in Bangkok’s Don Mueang Airport after a 13 hour flight from London that saw us pass over Iraq, Afghanistan and India. It was only the start of our second trip around the world and I was already weary eyed and scared of all the strange people and surroundings. Nothing seemed very clean or safe, and I was only in the airport!
