Say No to Tuk-Tuks

One thing: Buses weren't designed for people with bottoms. They are designed for the nubile French travellers who store any access body fat in their lips and boy, don't they exploit that. Buses are not designed for Ms. Buxom (and the rest) and her Brick Shithouse Boyfriend. When the Bus fairies designed Buses they had waifs in mind and build them to the exact specifications of their fairy friends.

That said, I wasn't robbed and didn't at any point have to fight anybody off with a pointed stick. So there is that.

In a very decadent twist, as soon as we arrived in Bangkok this morning, Rocker and I checked into a hotel and went straight to bed (to sleep). We're not even staying over night. But it needed to be done. Bangkok when you are tired and cramped is not a fun place to be, especially laden down with rucksacks the size of Mr Blobby on your back.

More later!

Ps. Three more days of being 28 for me!