Day 1
Flying. Late at night. The beginning of the confusion of the body clock. I've never paid over $(this means pounds)600 for a flight before, and this is what you get: a smell of vomit, a seat behind a 4 month old infant and two meals. After perusing the menu - two choices: International or Indian - I went with the Indian meal. Turns out it was the best plane meal I've ever had, apple salad to start, some sort of curry with chapati and some sort of cocunutty Indian sweet for pudding, very handy for combatting the curry, as was the raita.
Day 2
10 hours later and I was having another Indian plane meal. Less fantastic, although improved slightly once I found some chicken under the dahl.
Mumbai airport was nice enough, but smelled a bit like that damp smell you get when you lock up a campervan with a leaking roof for the summer, and then have to sleep in it in the autumn. However, there were great views over the city on the way in, particularly interesting being the shanty town/large building divide, and the workers eating dinner extremely close to the runway.
Arriving in Thailand late (bad weather / turbulence which meant I couldn't relieve myself for the entire 4 hour flight, oww), I had to remind myself that yes, nearer the equator it gets dark earlier. The sky train in the dark was pretty cool though, and downtown Bangkok reminded me slightly of New York, with its skyscrapers and bright lights.
After negotiating the train, I thought grabbing a tuk-tuk to the guesthouse would be an absolute breeze, but Thai tuk-tuk drivers bargain hard, and after refusing two drivers wanting 300BHT (about $(pounds, remember)6) it eventually turned out that the taxi was cheaper, and we got to Samsen Soi3 for just 70BHT, plus the entertainment of the taxi driver happily singing along to the awful sqwuaking/Thai songs coming out of the radio.
Flying. Late at night. The beginning of the confusion of the body clock. I've never paid over $(this means pounds)600 for a flight before, and this is what you get: a smell of vomit, a seat behind a 4 month old infant and two meals. After perusing the menu - two choices: International or Indian - I went with the Indian meal. Turns out it was the best plane meal I've ever had, apple salad to start, some sort of curry with chapati and some sort of cocunutty Indian sweet for pudding, very handy for combatting the curry, as was the raita.
Day 2
10 hours later and I was having another Indian plane meal. Less fantastic, although improved slightly once I found some chicken under the dahl.
Mumbai airport was nice enough, but smelled a bit like that damp smell you get when you lock up a campervan with a leaking roof for the summer, and then have to sleep in it in the autumn. However, there were great views over the city on the way in, particularly interesting being the shanty town/large building divide, and the workers eating dinner extremely close to the runway.
Arriving in Thailand late (bad weather / turbulence which meant I couldn't relieve myself for the entire 4 hour flight, oww), I had to remind myself that yes, nearer the equator it gets dark earlier. The sky train in the dark was pretty cool though, and downtown Bangkok reminded me slightly of New York, with its skyscrapers and bright lights.
After negotiating the train, I thought grabbing a tuk-tuk to the guesthouse would be an absolute breeze, but Thai tuk-tuk drivers bargain hard, and after refusing two drivers wanting 300BHT (about $(pounds, remember)6) it eventually turned out that the taxi was cheaper, and we got to Samsen Soi3 for just 70BHT, plus the entertainment of the taxi driver happily singing along to the awful sqwuaking/Thai songs coming out of the radio.
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