Thai Ai'! We lu' you loh' thai!
Apologies for length of this prologue:

The ill-fated trip to the 'Nam, back in '02 led to this disaster. Distraught, lost in Hanoi and utterly out of our depth, my ladyfriend and I decided to depart. Post-haste.

And we did. That very evening that we coined our escape plans, we celebrated by drinking a sufficient amount of alcoholic beverages in a quaint French bistro. I hasten to add that we had coined the plans, and not set them.

Upon returning to our hotel [was a lovely place, i tell thee!] i booked our flights. Now, being a little inebriated the page was a little... hazy. So i booked our flights and let fate take its course.

Fastforward to Bangkok International Airport:

We receive our tickets, only to discover that i have paid approximately twice the amount to fly from BKK to Phuket.

This is a half hour flight.

And we're flying business.

So, what does one do in this situation, having hauled ass from Scotland to Vietnam and back again... in just over 2 days?

We drank.

We drank lots.

We sat in our comfy, huge seats. With our personal waitress, in shorts and shades and we drank.

Tea. Biscuits. Lunch. Beer. Wine. Stolichnaya. Johnny Walker. Beefeater. Rosé wine. Thai Whisky. Tequila. Long Island Ice Teas.

It was free, and we were going to get our money's worth.

The personal waitress was first visibly shocked that a) as Scots we could imbibe alcohol with such ferocity and b) that we were still standing [cautiously] when the plane landed.


Length? Half an hour. Girth? Well, the eventual tab (which i asked to see!) was near 9000, 10000 baht. People, you have my permission to see what that works out at.
(Schumann makes awesome quiches., Thu 8 Nov 2007, 17:34, Reply)