As our departure drew near, the Beard went off skiing for three weeks leaving me to put together the perfect fashionable/functional, less than 20kgs, capsule wardrobe. Oh, and conjure up some sort of itinerary, and visas, and accommodation and when the f*ck are you coming back???!!!
But return he did in enough time for our pre birthday/bon voyage party, to fling some shorts & t-shirts into a bag, fail to find some new trek/trail sandals but successfully purchase me the Merrel ladies equivalent - yes, they have velcro straps but the back strap is removal making them look like a cool slider, at least that's what I'm telling myself!
Then all of a sudden, it was time to go. From Barcelona, we excitedly boarded an Emirates A380. Prior to departure and due to my past experiences, I was prone to singing Emirates' praises, the flight into Dubai was fine.
However, after a brief stop at the Heineken Lounge in the terminal, we boarded another A380 bound for Bangkok. Alas, parts of this aircraft were quite literally held together with tape, my tray table unfolded at a jaunty angle, but I needn't have worried as the service was almost non existent. Emirates, what happened to you?
We arrived in Bangkok on a mission! As part of the original two week plan we were to visit friends in Cambodia for the weekend. This meant, arriving at Suvarnabhumi, transferring to Don Muang to overnight there and fly to Siem Reap the following morning. We stayed at the Amari Don Muang, from there we ventured out for suitable nourishment. This is the Beard's first trip to Thailand and gourmand that he is, he wanted to sample some real Thai food.
Lucky for him, we stumbled across a picture perfect night market, complete with "what is that?!" "Mmm, that smells good!" deliciousness. To top it off, we were the only Westerners there, myself causing as much of a cultural sensation as we were experiencing.
This is what it's all about, right?
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