Thailand
At the end of a 3 week trawl around the various hedonistic delights of the thai islands, we headed back to Bangkok for our last night and flight home. We had deliberately booked a 5* hotel to compensate for the sheds we'd been living in over the previous few weeks. (The Davis hotel - £100 for a presidential suite that sleeps 4..) We took the opportunity to find a nice restaurant and enjoy our last few hours. One of our group, Mel, is lovely but occasionally very dim.

We had been eating thai food for most of the holidays which is generally exemplary and we had become fairly adept at spotting the dishes we liked at the 60 or so meals we had eaten so far. Mel had, bless her, struggled with it. Fair enough, it wasnt always straightforward and the language and written thai is fairly impenetrable to western ears and eyes.

It doesnt really excuse her though, for at the point of ordering from the rather posh waiters for asking "do you do rice?"
( I have run out of coke is a little sweaty, Wed 24 Mar 2010, 10:34, Reply)