After my last blog entry, I wandered round the nearby markets as I had not the chnace to explore them fully yet. I had to buy a bigger bag as i was carrying more stuff than would fit into my tiny handbag. After that I wandered towards China town which was a little disapointing and not a bit like China. Next to it was India town if you can call it that. It was very obvious that one had left the thai area as teh attitude of people chnaged from happy-to-help to get-out-of-my-way. It was liberating to wander around at will so I quite enjoyed it with my coke in a bag. I also found the october 14th memorial dedicated to the students who stood up to the government forcing it to resign. Most interesting. That took up most of my day.
We rejoined for the 8 o'clock movie, after which we went in search of the Sex And The City movie which failed but led us to the markets where we sat down at a stall with a bucket of vodka, redbull and coke, this really isn;t as bad as it sounds and i detest red bull!
We spent the day after separately too as there was a crossover in what we wanted to do. We had lunch at an indian restaurant, as i love my indian food. I walked to the dusit complex to see the golden mansion.
This was not a great place for me. I had forgotten my grand palace ticket so had to buy a new ticket. Then had to give a deposit to rent "polite clothing" after that I had no money left to pay for a locker and you weren't allowed to take bags with you. I went to get a refund but the womand refused insisting that I had seen the museum and should now visit other things in the complex. The one other item which looked vaguely interesting cost more which I wasn't going to pay so I wandered round 2 awful exhibitions before finding some free lockers. I dumped my stuff and went back to the mansion to be told I wasn't allowed in because I had missed the last tour. I was not happy.
I decided to move on to Jim Thompson's house but had trouble finding a taxi. I bumped into a french medical student heading in the same direction so we shared a taxi. I ofund out that he's doing an iternship in cambodia, that there was only one cat scan machine in the whole of cambodia, donated by the frecnh and consequently none of teh doctors can analyse it's results properly. Comfortign for Isobel i'm sure.
The tour roundthe house was nice. I said bye to the french studetn (Stan) and headed to the victory monument which was a bit of a disappointment before gettign the skytrain to meet isobel at the shopping centre as arranged.
We shopped, I bought a few items of clothing and we had dinner. We decided to sample the nightlife that night too but it took us until 11 to even vaguely get round to leaving!
We met a bunch of irish people, an australian, a scotsman and 2 english guys, 1 of which is living in the same buidling as me as sheffield and the other comes from bamford and we knew lots of people in common. All was going well until isobel broke my shoe. Instead of receiving an apology I wa smet with "drink more alcohol and you won;t notice it's broken" which infuriated me becuase Isobal is incapable of saying sorry. Thus, we had a nice arguement and I stormed off to the hotel.
We didn;t talk the next morning just packed and got on the airport shuttle bus. After about 15 minutes realised I'd left my phone and my mp3 at the hotel and got the driver to turn around. He drove past the alleyway we had stayed on refusing to stop before finally letting me off a kilometre away. I was less tahn impressed. I collected my things and went straight to the travel agents to demand a refund which I got but it took some hassle.
We got in a taxi and immediately the driver asked if we had forgotten anything which made us burst into laughter and broke the ice between izzie and I. Things went pretty smoothly form then on and we arrived in Hong Kong completing the first leg of teh journey home.
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