Speeding through the crowded streets of Bangkok at 120km in the back of a beat up Thai Taxi with no seatbelts was more than enough to wake me up after 24 hours of straight travel. I especially enjoyed how Mr Taxi driver weaved recklessly from one lane to the next trying to find the fastest path down the freeway to our hotel. I'll never have to see Fast and the Furious again. We did make it unscathed to Bangkok at midnight local time and checked into the K T Guesthouse for our first two nights on holiday - finally. Having visited the city before, we were well versed on 7 Elevens, crossing streets full of scooters and not drinking the water. It was a less exciting taxi to the Grand Palace the next morning after a breakfast of fruit pancakes and sweet iced tea. We dodged several charming locals trying to rip us off and made our way to Wat Pho, the home of a giant reclining Budda and many feral cats. We had planned to follow this with a trip to the Palace but were put off by the extortionate entrance fees. Instead we headed across the river with its floating islands of trash to Wat Arun to attempt some free soloing up the side of a monument covered in bits of broken plates. This was pretty impressive until we had to climb back down and I suddenly remembered I'm afraid of heights. We finished the day with a trip to Khao San Road - along with every other tourist in town. This place is knock-off central and packed with Aussies. For obvious reasons we didn't hang around too long. Unfortunately we had to walk about 10 blocks away from the area before we could find a Taxi driver who would actually run their meter. Cambodia tomorrow.
Rachael and Jeremy