Ever since Oyen and I visited Bangkok last year, we’ve been thinking of going back to eat more street food, buy more lanzones, sticky rice with mango, buy daster, and to have nightly foot massages in our favorite spa place somewhere near Amari.
A spur of the moment plan, my husband suggested that the two of us spend the weekend in Bangkok. We leave on Friday, then come back on Tuesday after his birthday. Sounds like a good idea although in my mind I have lots of things to do.
I didn’t expect that the dates we wanted were already fully booked so we moved the dates and added one night: we leave on Sunday, August 25 and come back on Thursday, August 29.
We picked a 9:30 flight so we could be in Bangkok by noon. I normally shy away from morning flights. I only had two hours of sleep last night because I finished a document. If I let the lawyers draft it, could take a week or two. I was in a hurry so at 11 pm I started thinking like a lawyer and prepared a two page contract. I finished at 2:30, printed several copies, placed them in a long brown envelope and wrote down instructions to my daughter on a separate piece of paper. Then I went to bed. I couldn’t sleep right away, must have dozed-off at 4 pm, then my husband started waking me up “tart, tart, alas sais na.” When I looked at my phone it was only 5:30 am.
Edmund fills-up our immigration forms.
I told the guy to put spring onions and garlic on his bowl of shrimp wanton.
I really admire women who travel in high heels. They look fabulous.
I ate one slice of the sticky rice with mango.
My black V bag never fails to fall down anywhere and everywhere. It doesn’t have zipper so there’s a big tendency I could lose stuff like lipstick, ballpen, even my wallet and passport. I actually bought this as my school bag.
PAL should do away with plastic cups and just use all paper cups.
As I get older the longer it gets to recover from jetlag. I arrived on August 10, exactly two weeks ago and here I am riding on a plane again.
There’s a typhoon daw. I am hoping the flight will not be bumpy.
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Sometimes citrus drinks hit me badly with a terrible migraine when I drink in the morning or with an empty stomach.
Even if my stomach is so full, I will play it safe and drink watermelon juice.
PAL serves full meals even on short flights wherether you’re in the economy or in the business class. Airlines in the US sell hot meals to economy passengers even on five hour flghts.
Butter nipples
Prawn cakes
The mango pudding is tempting. Carmen’s Best ice cream too. I got vanilla and Edmund got chocolate.
I should stop eating ice cream and or any kind of dessert. I should. But I don’t.
I reclined my chair flat, then went to sleep. Duling ako sa antok. Then my husband started waking me up “tart, tart, malapit na tayo.” I had difficulty opening my eyes. Ang sarap matulog.
Nay ko, ang tass taas pa ng eroplano, half-hour away pa daw according to the announcement, Half hour, not the arrival, but the start of descent. Sayang I could have slept for maybe 20 minutes more or a half-hour more. Asawa ko apurado.
It was a smooth flight although there were pockets of clouds that caused some plane shake.
Bangkok, the honeymooners are here!
