Writing Drunk *Burp

An Irish bar where the band sings depressing Thai love songs? I walked out without ordering.

Writing drunk. That was the goal of the evening. Goal, not achieved. Apparently, in Thailand, as in anywhere I guess, the cheaper the poison, the less potent it is, and you can get really cheap beer here.

Why write drunk? Call me Jack Kerouac influenced, whose unreadable, incomprehensible tome "On The Road" has been failing me, or maybe it is me failing it, at every turn of the page. Maybe I can add writing drunk to my "pail list" - I defy any honest Malaysian who has ever used a "bucket" before in his life instead of a pail...or a scooper. The only buckets any Malaysian has ever encountered contains 6 ice cold bottles of beer.

Be drunk, but don't be stupid.

The unfortunate scam artist has the unfortunate circumstances of meeting a not so stupid me. Telling me that my shorts will not allow me to enter the Grand Palace, and then switching tactic to saying that the Palace is closed due to a ceremony, he tried to coax us, lure us, into paying him for a tour to Lucky Buddha and other attractions, which actually may even be cheaper than the official entrance fee to the Grand Palace, which cost THB 500.

Who is us, by the way? Well, I had the great pleasure of making the acquaintance of a fellow solo traveler - Kevin from China. It was a welcome respite from walking the streets of Bangkok alone, having someone to chat with and exchange stories of our travels. Getting to know more people on the road was another goal I set for myself before I set out, so could this friendship be a turning point?

I found out soon enough that a journey such as this can have many turning points.

After a less than satisfying bowl of wanton noodles, much of it owing to its portions rather than its taste - I was eager to sit down with a pint of bitter and listen to some music. I hummed "Oh Danny Boy" as I traversed the streets of Sathorn - I was disappointed as I finally placed my bum on the high chair.

An Irish bar where the band sings depressing Thai love songs? I walked out without ordering.

Meh. Two nights in Bangkok does not a journey make.

Bangkok -  a paradise for shopaholics and those horny for paid sex. There are many more things to offer, I am sure, but not for one who is looking for something that means a little bit more. I guess this is as good an ending as anything I'll be able to cook up for now, so I'll leave it at that, before I start slurring my writing.