Part of the Process

The girls and myself headed to the airport, their flight left at around 1pm so after an emotional goodbye I was back solo, at least for a little while.

I had no flight back to Bangkok. So I had to hope I could catch a flight on standby. Normally not a huge problem, however, after the Thai new year - they were all going to be heading back to the capital too. 1 o'clock, 2, 3, 4, 5 passed as I watched countless Gold Card members pass me by in the Thai airways queue. Luckily, I had a backup plan - Air Asia, at the other end of the check in desks, had told me there was a chance of getting on their 6pm flight. I hurridly got my name down at the first opportunity, and then told two Serbian guys that I had been chatting to in the Thai line about the flight. They also put their names down and at 5.45, we were allowed a ticket. Those guys were ecstatic with me as they were getting close to missing a connecting flight to China. After high fiving me, they bought me Burger King, the taxi ride from Bankok intl and then 4 beers on the Khao San Road before they headed back to the airport. I now know a little more about Serbia, Montenegro and Belgrade than I did before - actually - now I know something about those places. Thouroughly nice blokes though.

After sleeping off the Singha, I set off on a trip to the Siam Paragon shopping centre - a spot that I had so far missed in Bangkok. It's luxurious to say the least and puts even Orchard Road in Singapore to shame. All the usual high-price brand names are there, along with BMW, Maserati, Ferrari and (my fingers tremble as I type) Lam-bor-ghini dealerships.

After picking up a new guitar for about 10quid, a tuner for 3quid, a Singapore Rice dish for lunch and by the time I was all drooled out over the Gallardo, I headed back into backpacker central where I met a guy called Chris from Germany. We watched some Live Premiership before hitting the Khao San bucket scene again...

My last day was spent plucking strings, reading, walking, blogging and taking an early night before my flight to Brunei. So, up at 5am I made my way to the airport by midday I was in the tiniest country I've visited in Aisa so far. It was also to be the strangest...