Last Days in Phuket, onto Ho Chi Minh City

Good Morning Vietnam! (sorry I had to do it!),

So I can’t really remember where we left off but I have a story from the other day. 

[BTW, Vietnamese Whisky is rough when it’s warm!]

So way back at Cleves, Mikee (ya that’s right two e’s buddy!) warned me of getting pulled into tattoo parlours in Thailand. We joked about it during the week and finally we got drunk and made our way out. We found a decent place and I decided to get a phoenix. The tattoo artist painstakingly draws a replica of the Hong Thong phoenix for me that night. I end up getting it done the next day on my right calf. Hugh (who I thought was just bullshitting me) went out that day and got one as well. He decided on the elephant from the Chang beer we often drank. 

Mum, if you’re reading this (which I’m sure you are), I’m sorry I just had to. It’s a cool design and I’ll post picks soon. I’ve already wrecked my body with other tattoos and it was clean and cheap (plus I’m on vacation!). 

Anywho, we set off to catch our actual VIP bus, this time, to Bangkok from Phuket. It was a quick goodbye to our friends at Chooporn Guesthouse (yes, you read that correctly). We barely made it on time but we well rewarded with a very comfortable ride and complimentary food. I’m sure those of you who have been reading our shit know that we got fucked with bus tickets from Bangkok to Phuket for 1500 Bhat (waaay too much). Sure enough we buy our shit through the bus station and we get a genuine VIP bus for 900 Bhat. Another comparison, our first trip took around 24 hours. Our second trip took almost 12 hours exactly! We almost wanted to cab our way to the travel agency that sold us the first tickets and beat the shit out the guy who sold us them but of course we didn’t! 

We arrive in Bangkok once more. Beautiful day! Nothing can go wrong! Of course shit gets real, this is Thailand! Jono leaves his nice Rayban sunglasses on our bus. Jono really wants to get these sunnies back so we take off. He somehow finds a nice cabbie in Bangkok (1 in a million! [believe us!]). So we set off on a wild goose chase that is sure to end in disappointment. The entire ride to the next bus station included light jokes about Thailand and Canada as our cabbie tests his English skills (which, according to him, was learnt from movies). The cabbie is so helpful he even stops at a gas station to buy minutes for his phone so he can call the fucking bus company! This guy is awesome! So we get to the bus station parking lot and while Jono gets his shit; me, Hugh, and Steve play some pretend cricket (hey, we were tired as hell!). Jono gets his sunglasses somehow and we take off once more. 

At the airport we come across multiple signs that say something along the lines of “if you are bringing firearms make sure they’re not loaded.” A few displays clearly outlined that grenades were not okay to bring on neither your carry-on or your checked-in luggage. Holy fuck, we’re harrassed about nail clippers in North America and in Thailand I guess the problem is people trying to bring their souvenir grenades back home (I’m sorry Nerida, I really wanted to impress your Dad with a grenade but I guess those gay frogs from every souvenir shop will have to do). 

Blah, blah, blah. We get to Vietnam and are, again, hit with the reality of being in a new country. First off, the inflation is so retarded here that nothing has a denomination with less than 2 zeros. $1CAD is approximately 16,000 Dong (yes, we laughed too). We find a cab and head into downtown Ho Chie Menh City. We thought that Thailand was chaos. Not even close! In Vietnam all road rules are completely disregarded. The lack of cars and trucks is more than made up in the shear number of motorcycles and scooters. Just as we were feeling comfortable riding on the right-hand side of the road, we are greeted with a jungle of metal, beeping, light flickers, shouting, and traffic cops barely doing anything to control the retardedness. There, realistically, aren’t any use for traffic lights as all four sides slowly inch their way into head-on traffic regardless of what colour their side is showing. To change direction, scooters (or whatever you call them) simply turn around and head straight into on-coming traffic until they are in their appropriate lane. At one point I witnessed a young Vietnamese woman on a scooter matrix (you know the motorbike scene from the second movie) her way through traffic. I’m not joking! I was steadily preparing myself to see someone die before my eyes as she calmly dodged certain death. There were babies in the laps of parents glaring death in the face with no idea what the hell’s going on!

We finally made our way to the backpacking area of HCMC. Find a hotel for $8 a night and settle in. We set off into the city streets for food, booze, and fun. The real difference between Thailand and Vietnam is what they sell. In Thailand we constantly got barraged by “Tuk-Tuk!”, “taxi!”, “suit, suit, you want suit!” In Vietnam we are now introduced to a quieter sales pitch of books and other academic literature. We bought Hunter S. Thompson books for cheap as well as other literature classics that had clearly been photocopied (who cares). As we walk the streets, every other store is filled with beautiful paintings of classic icons, celebrities, and North American pop culture. 

We found a nice bar that sold cheap beer, had great tunes, and had cricket on the TV. After some booze we retired to our quarters with Vietnamese Whisky and Pepsi (That shit puts hair on your chest!).

Signed,

Kev “My beard is itchy” Davies 

I dedicate this post to Adrian Kronhauer (sp?)(i’m drunk). Officially (for those who’ve seen the movie).

Life is good right now. The current status of our trip gives true meaning to the phrase “LG”. To fully understand why I have to bring you back to the cleves days of july and august.

The worst part of my day, and I mean the absolute peak of my labouring misery always came at 7:58, 2 minutes before my first lesson when it was time to put my tennis shoes on. Before I could do that I had to find socks. As the clock turned struck 7:58 I prayed a Hail Mary that I would find a dryish cleanish pair of socks I could wear for the next 11 hours but my prayers were rarely, if ever, answered. I always ended up enduring a truly offensive odour as I pulled on a dirty, damp freshly soiled pair. Genuine suffering when you already hate the next 11 hours your stressful job has laid out for you.

Fast forward to the end of October and it’s the end of a euphoric fortnight during which I haven’t had to worry about socks even once. I didn’t even bring a single pair for my travels. Life is good. An appropriate time to quote Jono. “Just livin’ the dream”.

To put this all in context I’m on the patio of the top floor of a Ho Chi Man City (Vietnam) hotel (using the term loosely) overlooking a bustling street/alleyway. This city has more motor bike and scooter riders than any other city in the Universe. Kevin described the craziness of the streets. I would describe the streets as one enormous city wide game of chicken involving buses, cars, taxis, motor bikes, scooters, bikes and pedestrians. Just one big free for all game of chicken. That’s about it for touchin’ down in Vietnam.

Hugh ‘Mediocre Goatee’ Smith

Kata Beach Days...

It will come as no surprise to anyone who knows Jono that he had a major health issue a week into our travels. He needed an emergency root canal, figured Phuket, Thailand was the best place for said procedure so off to “Dente Smile!” we went. They were all ready for him so Kev, Steve and myself had about an hour to kill. We said fuck it we’re in Phuket (probably the theme of the visit) and went to the local shooting range. We fired off a few rounds with a 9 mm. Kevin was the most accurate, I was the least accurate but the most gangsta. With our appetites wet Steve and I couldn’t say no to a 22 gauge with outdoor targets. It was a little disturbing because all the targets were human shaped and about 2 and a half feet tall so we felt like we were shooting up the local elementary school. It was fucking awesome though, filthy kick-back. When Jono finally pulled in from the dentist with a freshly built tooth and a big smile we were just pulling in, mud-covered and ecstatic, on our ATV’s. Perfect timing. After the shootout we went for an ATV ride on the jungle trail. We were bootin’ it down these trails through a field with elephants everywhere that made it’s way right into the jungle. Windy trails with massive patches of just mud. We were deep in the shit. Phenomenal day. 

- Hugh “Guerilla Warrior” Smith

First Days in Kata Beach Continued...

Ok, we’re now on like day 8 or 9 or whatever and we’re way behind so I’ll finish it up as we watch cricket and drink chang beer and hong thong! Anywho, where the fuck were we? Oh right so we made it to Kata Beach on Phuket island. Settled into a nice cheap guesthouse that had aircon and blah blah blah. Me, Hugh, and Stevo wanted to hit up the beach and get out first taste of the Indian Ocean. Sure enough we race to the ocean. I start out way ahead of the others and then a high wave clips me at the knees and I get a face full of delicious salt water. Holy fuck that shit messes with your head. Light-headed, we made our way back to the guesthouse for drinks (that’ll help my head!). Anyway, we drank some beer outside with our new Canadian friends then went out to dinner. Jono was in a lot of pain from his teeth so he passed out. We went off to a great seafood restaurant on the beach. I (retardedly) ordered the crab because I wanted to expand my tastebuds. Of course I have no fucking idea how to eat a crab! My meal comes with fucking tools to eat. I spent most of the meal working for my meal with little reward. Whatever, it tasted great. As we ate beach vendors would walk by and try to sell you shit. I’m not sure how the hell some vendors expect to make a sale by flashing laser beams into people’s eyes. I guess being blind in one eye turns people into shopaholics. Who the fuck knows!? Pretty uneventful night, we went to bed tired for a big day on the beach!

-Kev

Bus Trip Continued, First Days in Kata Beach

Hello friends!

So this entry is going to be entitled “Jonos Emergency Phuket Root Canal and Things You Should Not do While Drugged Up Afterwards.“ This story began two years ago when I ignored the dentist's advice to seek treatment for my tooth, one that already had the nerve exposed. I was fairly sure that I was invincible, and sure enough, the pain went away.

I learned later that the throbbing was being subdued by a thick lining of puss that covered my nerve.

Fast-forward to a week before departure. I start getting horrible pain once again, but try to convince myself it will go away. False. Beginning with our Lebua rager night, I was unable to sleep unless I liquored myself up to the point of unconscious inebriation. Waking up that morning, I was in the foulest of moods, which continued for the next forty-eight hours.

So imagine this. We are getting on a bus at the commencement of a twenty-four hour trip across Thailand. I am unable to go ten minutes without washing my mouth out with water (which later turned into whiskey), the only remedies that are slightly relieving the stinging and throbbing in my mouth. We drive through a night that I do not get a second of sleep, and arrive at this horrible excuse for a rest stop at six in the morning. We sit on plastic chairs for an hour, then are shuffled onto 'transport vans', where I am literally hanging off the edge of a teetering metal bench attached to a vehicle traveling well over 100kph.

Oh yes, this story gets even better.

Although we have well overpaid for our VIP transportation, we get thrown on this decrepit old city bus that looks like it has been through an earthquake and a few drive-by shootings. As the driver struggles to change gears, we are all thinking 'this bus engine sounds like it is going to just explode'. Oh, fucking right it does. An hour into this trip, we are turning back to shitsville, where we wait another hour for a mystery bus to show up and take us south. Finally, a beautiful coach pulls up and we are told to load on.

There cannot be another catch, can there?

Oh yeah, there are only enough seats for five of the twenty people on the previous bus, so us lucky fifteen get to stand in the aisles for the majority of the remaining seven hours on the road. Steve was lucky enough to make some poor Thai child cry behind him, so the kid vacated his seat, and the four of us spent a few hours rotating between one single seat. Oh yeah, and my tooth? My tooth is worse than ever.

The rest of the trip is marred by the bus picking people up at every single hut along the mountain highway and listening to the broken English of European dudes talking about how incredible they are at life.

So skip ahead to the morning of root canal day. Once again unable to sleep, I get up at six in the morning and start searching for a dentist. The funny thing about Thailand is that the entire country doesn't fucking open until nine. I take a taxi-bus towards Phuket, and find a place called 'Dente Smile' off the side of the highway. Walking into this office is like transporting into the year 2150. Everything in lit up by coloured tooth-shaped florescent lights, there are machines churning up strange liquids, and every surgery room has cameras and an LCD television attached to the patient chair.

I book my appointment for the afternoon, and after milling around Kata Beach for a while (oh yeah, that's where we set up shop the night before), I take this Tuk-Tuk bus back to the office with Steve. After this entire episode, the most boring part is the surgery itself. Imagine the sketchiest scenario (pretty much what you think of when you hear 'Thai Root Canal'), and take the opposite. For 5000 Baht ($150 Canadian), I got my tooth rebuilt, the infection completely removed, and a filling. In other words, I spent $150 for a root canal from the future, rather than paying $3000 for a worse job done by a guy in Toronto that speaks worse English than my dentist in Thailand. Not bad.

Now here is where things got fun.

Feeling a little funky from all the medication they gave me, I was pretty jacked up to do something exciting. My partner in crime is always up for the same. Under Steve's watchful eye, we flagged down some motorcyclists who did not speak a lick of English. We decided that the coolest thing we could possibly do coming out of any doctor would be to play with firearms, so we told these gentlemen to take us to the local shooting range. They did not understand, so standing in the middle of an intersection on a Thai highway, we begin gesturing at them with our hands in the shapes of magnums until they understand.

We fly on these motorcycles across town to the range, where we are greeted by some fantastic gun-advocates who are more than happy to guide us to their selection of rifles, handguns, and high-tech bows. Steve and I decide to live in the shadow of a legend, and decide that if Hunter S. Thompson's weapon of choice was a 12-caliber shotgun, ours would be too. We were brought to the field, and appropriately enough, we took aim at silhouettes of humans (both in the adult and child forms). After firing off a few rounds, we jumped back on our motorcycle chauffeurs, who were more than happy to take us back to our Chooporn Guest House.

We met up with the other two guys, who spent the day lounging on the beach and watched some sports and chilled out for the evening. We headed to a great restaurant on the beach, known for their seafood dishes. We were all exhausted and called it an early night back at the place.

- Jono

Last Day in Bangkok, Bus Trip to Phuket

Our last hotel in Bangkok was surely the most pristine structure these old eyes have ever gazed upon. Truly one of the greatest nights of my life. Big shout out to the boys for hooking that hotel up. I didn’t exactly feel like a backpacker whilst sipping gin and tonics on an exquisite rooftop lounge 64 stories high but one only turns 23 once. Afterwards shit got real, even too real for this blog, but many of you will hear the story soon enough. Currently headed through the mountainous jungles of southern Thailand on our way to the beach and the Indian Ocean. More to come when we get there.

- Hugh

Steve’s entry tells it all of our stupid bus ride but the rest of the day had a few events take place. Before we left Bangkok we did some sight seeing around town to take some pictures. We rode up the river in a long boat to get to another part of town. When we arrived we had to pass lots of souvenir shops. Jono bought a Safari hat that looked ridiculous and Steve somehow outdid him with an even more retarded hat! I took a stroll with Hugh and made our way to a ATM where I took out money but left my card in the machine like an idiot. I got the card cancelled and no money was taken out so thank God! Later on as we waited for our VIP bus to arrive the officers along the street yelled at everyone to stand up and take off our hats. We had no idea what was going on but after seeing Army personnel around all day we figured it had something to do with the King. I wont spoil the surprise because Steve has a hilarious audio file of the events that took place. So hopefully we can post that soon! He also forgot to mention that we started drinking around 9am on the bus. Who cares, it’s 10pm back in Toronto so it’s Kosher! We started to circle of death some Hong Thong which may very well be my Thai equivalent of Jim Beam lol. Hey, we had to represent the Canadians! Cheers!

-Kev

The word on everybody’s lips was Phuket. We headed out of Bangkok late Thursday evening by bus. A nice Canadian couple gave us the low down on beaches and fun spots to visit whilst in the neighbourhood. So the weary four drifted off to sleep with vision of adventure dancing in their heads. The southbound trip was interesting. The numerous transfers and questionable navigation kept us on our toes for the duration of the trip... but we were focused. The sandy shores of the Indian Ocean were promise enough to keep even the most discouraged traveler calm and collected during the numerous hours spent standing on an overcrowded Thai bus in the sweltering heat. The old girl was sure-footed as a mountain goat, however, I can not really say the same about the drivers clutch foot. Lets just say the transmission took its fair share of abuse on this voyage. The scenery is amazing and truly worth the shear mental exhaustion of the trip. Rolling hills of pristine jungle as far as the eye can see. Every sharp cliff is met only by a lush jungle valley. The road steadily snakes its way through tall palm trees and other Thai floura that I dare not even try to classify. We are close, I can feel it. Introspectively I must ask myself ``does it get any better than this```.

- Steve ’Mai Chai’ Burgess

Shit Blog: Day 3

Dear Shit Blog,

I apologize for the delay in blog entries but it’s tough to write these and find interent and time to post them. Anywho... sure enough shit got real again today! Our first night in Bangkok was in Soi Nana, an area spinkled with hookers and dirty white males looking for said hookers. Our second night we stayed at Malaysia Hotel. A nice little hotel with great service and everything we could need. Looking back now we realized that the hotel was a hotspot for gay white men looking for young Thai men. Early today it was nice so we went outside to chill by the pool, while Steve and Jono set off to do some laundry. A quick glance around the pool, me and Hugh are surrounded by white (probably European) men in speedos lying beside young Thai men, also in speedos. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. It just seems interesting to have ended up in two areas for dirty white men to either find lady-boy hookers or obvious gay Thai boys. Being a white male in Thailand has some serious stereotypes attached to them and most of our cab drivers like to discuss the many ping pong shows, fuck shows, fish shows (wtf!?), and other retarded things women will do to entertain horny men. I’ll let you guys use your imagination as to what a fish show is. My lonely planet guidebook explicitly warns of cab drivers who charge flat rate fares that are way higher than they would be if they used the meter. We fell for this a few times but after talking to one cabbie we know how to get around Bangkok without getting f’d over by crazy cab fares. Our one cab driver leaving the Malaysia Hotel seemed cool at first joking with us and talking about fuck shows but shit turned real quickly. He would not shut the hell up about bringing us to this travel agency to save us money on hotels and shit so we finally agree to stop there and check it out. We knew that we were being pushed into some kind of scam or shitty deal but just wanted the cabbie to shut up. So we went in and just checked out prices and then lied to the cabbie telling him we had booked the rest of our trip. This seemed to make him pretty happy so we knew right away he was taking some kind of cut for bringing random tourists like us to this place. About halfway to our new hotel he asked how much we had paid for our trip so we kept trying to brush off the question till Hugh finally told him we didn’t book anything. Immediately he quieted down and knew he hadn’t made a sale. Eventually the sex shows came back into conversation and he piped up about driving us all over town for “cheap cheap! I doing this for you not for me. Ya, you no pay. 200Bhat!” WTF!? You’re telling us we don’t pay but it’ll be 200Bhat. We agree to call him later to shut him up as we arrive at the most luxurious hotel any of us have ever seen! Everything I had thought of when booking this wasn’t even close to how it was when we were checking in. As we waited in this massive lobby we were obviously not supposed to be here. Everyone else looked like they had money and looking at the drink menu, everything was really expensive! Out of nowhere the manager comes up and introduces himself in very well spoken English. He assured us that him and his staff would help us out with whatever we needed. He offered information for entertainment and night clubs to check out for the evening. All of us couldn’t hold back big smiles as we were clearly not used to being pampered and taken care of like this. I can’t even describe how nice this place was so I hope the videos and pictures do justice when we post them. This was definitely a five-star hotel and included absolutely everything we could need for our night. Robes, slippers, towels everywhere, free internet, and a balcony with a killer view of the city. We couldn’t stop smiling as our minds and expectations were blown! The guys slept as I wrote this blog because it was a long day and the ladies needed their beauty sleep lol. After we got all showered and dressed and made our way up to the roof for our free drinks at the Sky Bar. Steve got turned down because he was in sandals but the rest of us went up as he went to get changed again. HOLY SHIT! As we exit the elevator we are greeted by a fleet of Thai hotel employees greet us with a smile a nice sa-wat-dee-ka. When we step outside we can see the entire skyline just as lightning crashes from the other side of Bangkok. This building is clearly one of the tallest in the city and we can see EVERYTHING! Most of the roof is taken up by the restaurant but the Sky Bar hangs slightly off the edge of the building. There’s a really great Thai band above us playing some soft jazz. After our drinks and some pictures we headed down to the streets of Bangkok for some drinks. We found an ’Irish Pub’ where we grabbed food, drinks and played some pool. Needing some more excitment we took off to go find a show. What the hell when in Rome, right? We ran into some Americans who gave us the low down on what to do and where to go and shit to watch out for (lady-boys!). We arrive at Pat Pong which is light the Red Light District. We all got absolutely barraged by everyone trying to sell girls, shows, and other items. We decided to just quickly jump into a bar to get away from the madness. So we found our way into a bar with a Thai band doing English cover songs. People of all different nationalities were there so this was perfect. The band played seemless classics that had everyone dancing! We made our way to the side of the bar with some comfy leather seats. After lots of drinks we started talking to locals and foreigners. I started up a conversation with an Icelandic couple who were really cool but couldnt speak much English. Of course I talked about you Andrew Brown and whatever that alcohol was called. Oh, Brenavean?! Me and Steve got up and did lotsa dancing with anyone who could keep up with our drunkeness lol. Eventually I had to make my way to the little boys room and was greeted by a very polite bathroom attendant. After washing my hands he gave me a hot towel to dry my hands off. As I was drying he went behind me and started cracking my back, fingers, neck and ears. Before I knew it he was done and I was left standing there in complete awe! I felt like a new car. All of my joints felt amazing so I tipped him and went back out pumped to do more dancing. By last call we were all incredibly drunk and ran through the streets like idiots back to our luxury hotel. I tried to type this blog that night but it was a complete incoherent mess. We all agreed that that night was the best we had ever had!

- Kevin “My Beard Looks Great” Davies

- Kev

Shitblog - Day 2

Shit Log: Day 2:

Dear Diary,

I am drunk. Let me singha (singha is a Thai beer pronounced sing) you a tale about life in Bangkok. Yes, we ran into hookers and other crazy locals in Soi Nana at night but we realized that Soi Nana is not that bad during the day. We made our way to the business district of Bangkok, Siam Square, to find the Vietnamese Embassy to get our Visas. We finally found a cab to get there and found out just what it takes to drive in a sea of shit. My god do these guys know how to drive. The chaos of driving in downtown Bangkok is just nuts with no clear rules of driving and lane changes every two seconds. Men and women driving motorcycles with their little babies in front clearly know what they re doing. Raise those little fuckers to face life right away! Before the embassy we found a small restaurant to settle and get our shit together. Shit then gets real. The waitresses can barely speak English so we try our best to pronounce simple Thai words. We end up getting the best food we ve had yet and make a few friends along the way who teach us to properly pronounce thank you and hello. After the boring embassy we make our way to Lumphini park in downtown Bangkok. It s kind of like central park. Running trails and very scenic we walk through the park to find some interesting wildlife. The events were documented and will be posted later.

I must break this story to tell you that Jono just bit a 50 Bhat bill just because. That s it. Drunk and not giving a fuck makes you want to eat money.

Anyway, the park was great and we ll post pics and vids as soon as possible. We walked a long way to find the best hotel for us. Malaysia Hotel had a brand new room for 1700 Bhat ($50ish CAD). They even took photos of us as the first people to stay in this new room. Excited and tired from a long day we decided to grab traditional Thai massages. Me and Hugh were the first to go. Obviously not knowing what to expect we went in anyway. For those who have never had a Thai massage, it is very different. The addition of clothing only masks the reality of very ‘familiar’ touching. North American massages involve little clothing but much respect for personal space. However, a Thai massage involves a set of light clothing and borderline sexual harrassment. Me and Hugh enter the dimly lit massage area to put on these pajamas. Feeling relaxed and comfortable we sit back and wait for our masseuses. Let’s just say that the Thai are not shy. A Thai massage does not just involve the hands but most of the body including the knees, elbows, and thighs. Its a mix of pushes, pulls, grabs, and twists for a relaxing experience. I’ll be honest, my dick was touched numours times and my ass was massaged thoroughly. I’m very glad I had a woman because I’m very sure all the men were very gay! We finished our massages and had some dinner at a local restaurant. The food came very quickly and was very delicious! Some drinks were to follow when we came back to the hotel (of course!). We had Chang beer, strong enough for an elephant but sold to oblivious men. When drunk we set off to find Fong’s Place for the karaoke bar. We settled on a smaller bar and a short language lesson with the locals. After much bitching about Cleves we headed back for more drinks and sleep. The night ended with a lot of beer sprayed all over the room. There are some audio files we’re going to try to upload. Bangkok is only getting better and tomorrow is Hugh’s Bday. We will up date you tomorrow with more shit...when it gets REAL

-Kev

Shit Blog: Day 1

"Let's go to fucking BANGKOK!" 

Sure enough it was Jono and Hugh yelling in the airport. Needless to say they packed nothing, especially Jono. Hugh had a man-purse that would work well in Europe but we were going to Bangkok. Jono had no check-in luggage what-so-ever. Nerida got finger-printed because of her Australian accent at US customs. Contrary to popular belief a 13 hour flight is A LONG TIME TO SIT DOWN AND WATCH THE SAME MOVIES!!! Jono was feeling a little nervous before take-off and only Steve's manly hands could comfort him. Japan Airlines is great but the language barrier can get in the way occasionally. Hugh's 'Rum and Coke' was just coke and when he repeatedly asked for rum he had to settle for whisky. Jono saki'd it to them with Steve to get rid of the nerves. After watching another over-the-top Michael Bay movie I noticed we were only over Winnepeg. My God, we were in for the long haul. We finally got through the flight and arrived in Tokyo where everything in the airport was absolutely stereotypically Japanese. After some food and lots of sleep we had to board our final flight to Bangkok which was a quick 6 hours for me sleeping the entire way. Finally in Bangkok, customs was easy to get through and we Baht a cab-ride into the city to go find a hotel. The Lonely Planet book suggested to go to Soi Nana when arriving late in the night. The cab driver seemed to be oblivious of lanes and did not know where the hotels we were asking for were located. Eventually we ended up in Soi Nana and got a heaping dose of reality. He dropped us off in the seediest area any of us had ever seen or been to. We paid the fare and set off to find a hotel and got mauled by many locals trying to sell something. We found a cheap hotel and checked-in. Still awake and ready to check-out the city we set out to find a bar to grab a few drinks. Sure enough we got haggled to either pay for some sex from questionable looking "women", cab drivers trying to bring you anywhere and random people trying to bring you to their 'open bar.' We unfortunately walked our way into what seemed like the red light district. Hookers left and right, cars and motorbikes driving on either side of road, it was absolute chaos. The funniest part was when we came to a corner and Jono got mauled by at least a dozen women grabbing his ass and trying to lead him away. We decided then and there to never stop walking to make sure we did not get mauled like that again. We finally settled on a nicer hotel lobby that gave us sanctuary from the chaos outside. Of course inside, as we drank, we noticed the many older white males that clearly had come to Thailand to find this kind of area. We talked about our travels and then headed over to a 7-11 to grab more beer before bed. It's been an eye-opening day but very fun and exciting! I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings. Shit will continue to get REAL! 

-Kev

Woken up by Jono's mom at 6:30. About 36 hours later we're getting out of a cab in the red light district of Bangkok despite the fact that Kevin asked for the hotel recommended by his Thailand travel book. Almost dragged away from the group by a few excited hookers, we caught up just in time to see Jono wrestling himself away from at least a dozen more. An extremely long day filled with my first experiences of Sake, Japanese stewardesses and Thai lady-boys. Flying over the Rockies and glaciers of Alaska was a real beauty too. Stay tuned.

-Hugh

"It's not the flying. I just have a hard time with crashing" said Jono as he clutched my hand purple. The long flight touched down finally at about 5pm your time. We attempted to make our way to some discount accomodations but we were dropped at a bedlam of hookers, poverty and alcohol. We walked timidly down the narrow pass in search of excitement and beer but were met with harassment by tuk tuks or fuck fucks. It was eye opening to say the least. We tried to seek sanctuary in a local McDick's. but were met with a bottom tickle and a promise of good times by the locals. Tired and violated we retied to a local bar for beverages. Once we got a few in us we made our way to the "Family Mart" and bought ourselves some fine Chang beer for dirt cheap. we made our way back to or rooms and hastily consumed the beer in the glow of some Thai cable TV. The day was LONG but fun. Cheers fuckers I'll see you soon!

-Steve