All Around the World "Overland", o sea, Road, requires certain leaps in aircraft or ship. One of them is at the door of Southeast Asia because Myanmar, the former Burma, has closed all land borders. So come to Nepal, I had no choice but to send the bike on a plane to Bangkok, Thailand's capital. Traffic would not be too complicated because Nepal is a country with a relaxed customs regulations and after the cease-fire between the Maoists and the government, Thai Airlines ofrece por 250 dollars a daily flight between Kathmandu and Bangkok in the acceptance by.
Once packed the bike through Eagle Export and tuck it into the customs enclosure, was organizing my own journey. After passing a security check something loose despite being surrounded by police and military, hope in a soulless room. Gray, old, sad. With large windows. Illuminated only by the vision of the great, snowy mountains of the Himalayas beyond the runway. We are a heterogeneous group of Thai and Western travelers. For many Europeans and Americans, Bangkok airport to return home in a long and terrible journey. But not for me. I love the feeling of continuing to the east, always to the east, until I finish.
I love the feeling of continuing to the east, always to the east, until I finish
When we open the doors in stampede. No finger or bus. We walked up the stairs. Wear Square 53C, so I played well behind. I climb the ladder line and I received two lovely hostesses dressed in smart uniforms eastern purple. That the first shock. The aircraft also gives me a good impression. Great, color, a brand new Airbus. It is modern and clean. Definitely, the universe dominated by India and dirt left behind. I have the middle seat free and ask up to three cans of beer. Chang y Shinga. Cojonudas. I write these notes and let time pass. The flight takes two hours and forty-five minutes. It is curious to fly to Bangkok on a journey so short. And even more unaware of the jet lag. I'm losing hours more so gently that it seems to me to fall from pockets or leave a tip.
We landed at night. As I told my good friend Miguel Angel Anta, I get a host of modern and clean just inside earth. This universe shines bright new. Not everything is perfect, however. The queue for the immigration stamp is long and moves slowly. When I finally touch, an official meeting ugly and unpleasant. Me back to square one because I have not written the flight number and no longer took up the boarding pass. Fuck formalism. Back to square one. When it completed the process, my yellow bag Sw Motech is the only one who turns in a baggage belt without reader sad love verse. I realize that I have suddenly entered the solitude of Lost in Translation.
I get a host of modern and clean just inside earth
Outside the damp heat stroke is tremendous. For a moment I can not react. I've been knocked out. The first step, I'm drenched in sweat. All the beer consumed in the plane looks for my pores open spillway. I am a man Chang. I take a taxi to get close to the hotel. I go to the queue and then I addressed a guy with a terrible shirt hawayana. Soon we began.
- Want to ride Mr.?
-How much for taking me to Lumpini Park.
-1000 Fighting-responde, about 30 EUR.
Replied with a laugh and keep walking towards the tail of legal taxis. Not that I know exactly how much it cost to study in Bangkok, but I recognize a hustler and thief cheat. At the counter of taxis, Miss shift my car tells me a brand new purple. It's a new Toyota. The driver is a mature man in his sixties. He giggles and laughs. All amused. Do not speak English it causes a laugh. I have no idea of Thai language, almost causes a cerebral hemorrhage of laughter. And so, between laughter and laughter, we move kilometers by an amazing network of motorways, bridges and overpasses. Is the real city of Flash Gordon. When we arrived at Lumpini Park, the meter mark 250 bats, that more 50 airport supplement, do 300, o sea, under 10 euros, much less that the sword of treason that I wanted to nail the guy in the flowered shirt.
I have not been blind to this site. Consulted on the Internet which was the largest park in Bangkok to go running. Then I consulted the hotels that were close. I found a cheap guest house: la Charlie Guest House. I called from the cab and told me that the single room are 450 bats, about 11 EUR. When I open the door of the establishment, I say just rent the room and now have only upper class 650, they do not book by phone. Sick and tired, I get one of my terrible fits of bad temper that completely baffles the eastern.
Another hole in my long list of palaces of misery, terrible palaces and castles of Horrors
-I do not care, I spit in English tough-, I have warned you all about it when I called and they would have told me. If you do not have that room, have to get me a discount on top.
The owner, a mature Thai spends the day playing cards on your computer, surprised by my character and let me access price in 500 baths. What surprises me is that the fourth basic and spartan I deserve for that little fortune is called VIP A. Fuck, In the Vip. An old TV, catre duro, overlooking a courtyard, rickety wardrobe, a refrigerator that makes noise and the toilet in the shower. Literally in the shower. And on top, a kitchen extractor gets very close to the thunder of scandal. "Well", I shrugged my shoulders, "Another hole in my long list of palaces of misery, terrible palaces and castles of horrors. "
I leave the luggage and go down to drink a few beers that I have sweated replenish. I appear in the main street Rama IV. Find a tavern with terrace, o sea, some unstable tables with plastic chairs on the narrow sidewalk. I feel. The heat is tough but the beer is cold. I see you have seafood. I ask prawns. I served a lady petite, plump, of fifty. She is drunk as a Cuba. He says he wants to be my friend. He apologizes because he only speaks Thai, but understand that his actions will tell me she likes me a lot, much. It hits the heart with his fist. Effectively, feelings for me. I also feel something. High Heat. More beer trust, please, or beside me derrumbaré stray dogs that roam around me.
More cold beer, please, or beside me derrumbaré stray dogs that roam around me
Serve the prawns. Are enormous, soft, tasteless. Seafood warm water. Here all you have shell grows much. Like those giant cockroaches go I see piles of trash on the corner. Inside the restaurant a karaoke thunders. The woman insists. Politely decline their invitations. She resigned drinking whiskey with water. She and a friend down a bottle bald as I am aware of my food. Occasionally greets me, bailotea rises and popular success of karaoke. I watch the street and night walkers. Moto-taxi, gay and practicing thai boxing, all muscle and tattoos.
I finish my beer and I realize that I am quite groggy from the heat, fatigue and alcohol. Me Levanto. She comes to say goodbye. I look at his eyes glazed and find in them a flash of candor. Do not sleep with her even if he were completely inflamed Spanish fly, yohimbine and movies Ciocciolina, but I like, much as the driver of laughter. "I'll be back tomorrow", promise. Pay a ridiculous amount and stumbling way to the hotel. in the dark of the alley rats crossed with impunity. I breathe the air of the torrid night in Bangkok and I am very happy to be here.
-Welcome to Asia, I whisper to myself before I fell asleep on the cot hard despite the terrible roar of the exhaust.
