Bangkok

Horrible flight. Drunken Bastards. Row with flight attendants. And so I continue to be cursed when it comes to flying. However, Bangkok's crazyiness swiftly flushed thoughts of a crap flight from my mind. Found my hostel ok and unbelieveably it actually looks like the photos on the website. Internet connection and free tea and toast in the mornings. I've also somehow managed to avoid buying food here yet. Last night a fellow hosteller couldn't finish her dinner (said hosteller checked-in at exactly the same time as me, of course on the same flight, of course Irish) so I was given the ample portion (that makes me sound scabby but it wasn't like that) and today, I got a free lunch! While walking through a park after visiting one of the sites I was gently coralled by police into a queue for food of somekind. Apperently today is the anniversary of the death of the kings mother, and to mark the occasion there was free lunch and bottles of water (and free seconds too). It is roasting though. Absolutely roasting. And the sandals I bought, the ones that were nice and comfy when my feet were dry shuffling around at home, are now cutting my feet something fierce in this sweaty heat.