Fresh off the train from Chiang Mai,(I say fresh, we all felt like death and Tom was dangerously close to becoming transparent) we headed back to see our old pal Soi Dave- the most perverse human being currently walking the earth. Not much had changed since we left the hostel other than the people there.
Our original plan was to get back to Bangkok and hit a night out or 2 hard, during the 2 day gap before our flights to Phuket. However, due to Tom's weak immune system, Rob's illness and me feeling tired and a bit battered, our second stay in Bangkok was pretty toned down.
The ladyboys, prostitutes, smog, smells, traffic, malls were all still there though and we enjoyed wandering about to a few new places. We really did chill out a lot this time around. We were also graced with a bit of literary brilliance whilst watching A The Hangover with an American called Josh. Whilst at a film premiere for a film his mate directed for the Sci Fi channel, he was told this piece of advice by an actor from the film 300: "Josh it's been good talking to you, just promise me you wont be a salmon. Swim downstream" This led us to believe that Hollywood actors are ALL on crack.
We also all got haircuts whilst in Bangkok, unfortunately they aren't matching. They were dirt cheap to get though and included 2 hair washes and a neck massage.
On our second night we went to a street performance festival in a Bangkok park. It wasn't brilliant so I didn't get any photos. Aun and her friend came with us and halfway through it was decided that we would attempt to go out that night down the Khaosan road. To be fair, I soon perked up and attempted to hit it hard. After a bottle of whiskey was destroyed by us in Hippie De Bar, (a favourite from our first visit) we headed to The Club. Whilst here we met possibly the weirdest bastard I have and will ever meet. Wearing a hawaiian shirt and stupid shorts he kept coming over and chatting absolute nonsense about how dance music had lost its soul and where was everyone in the early 90's. I was about 6 so not quite ready for the dance revolution. His retardedness peaked when he showed me his mobile phonebook which was just dj name after dj name. At the soonest opportunity we scarpered and were greeted by 2 thai lesbians getting off. WELCOME TO BANGKOK.
The night got weirder still when I was used as a bit of meat by a girl, who seemed to be trying to get western boys near her gay thai friend. Needless to say I was having none of it, and we called it a day. One more visit to Bangkok left..
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