Day 2

Have you ever woken up in a wet bed? It's the worst. We awoke with no recollection of how the night before had ended, or why the bed was soaking. Which one of us pissed the bed? You tell me. All I know is that one of us has done something that we haven't done since infancy. After an eventful start to the day, we sampled the hotel breakfast – a western style eggs on toast – and spent an hour by the pool. The hangover hadn't quite set in yet, so we thought it wise to get a public bus to The Temple of Dawn and do a bit of sightseeing. The bus journey to the temple enabled us to see large parts of the city, and witness the culture first hand. We saw Lamborghini’s, we saw children begging. The scale of wealth across Bangkok is huge, but the culture of happiness and generosity equals that. On the bus, we were struggling to find the right stop to get off, and a passenger not only told us where to get off, but hailed us a taxi and gave the driver instructions before holding the door open for us. I've never seen a Brit doing something like that for a tourist back home.

After an hour of wandering around the holy site, we got a taxi back to Sukhumvit to sample our first bit of Thai street food, then back on to the hotel for a siesta at around 2pm. Early afternoon naps may just become a habit, as we get used to the difference in temperature and humidity on this side of the globe. The plan was to go out with Jonny again, and meet up with Ryan – another friend who has made a life for himself out in Bangkok. So at around 7pm we had revitalised ourselves and were ready to leave. We took the sky train a few stops then got on the back of some more mopeds to Jonny's flat, before heading out for some drinks to start the night. Jonny took us to his local bar, Bangkok Dry where we had some pizza and beers before setting off to meet up with Ryan. Then they took us to a bar on the rooftop of the Marriott hotel called Octave up on the 48^th floor, the view across Bangkok was stunning.

The night had originally been intended to just be a few drinks and quite a quiet one, but things soon escalated. A combination of beer and vodka lead to mad Tuk Tuk dashes across the city to find more bars open as it got later and later. We eventually ended up in one of the seediest little back alleys we've seen. But it was just around the corner from our hotel, and it was open late. Very late. We finally made our way back to the hotel at around 4am where we hoped there'd be no little accidents through the night...