The decor of the aircraft was relatively modern, the sounds from the engine did not appear out of the ordinary and turbulence was moderate. Flying high within the cloudless sky I was on an eagle carrying me away from the land which had crushed all my strength.
I relaxed. Everything appeared safe and secure. It would only be a matter of hours before the aircraft from Calcutta landed on terra firma. By then, fingers still crossed I had boarded the correct flight, I should be in Bangkok.
Landing into Bangkok I breathed in the polluted air. It was great to be alive or more succinctly, away from India. It was now just a matter of filing through customs, climbing into a taxi van and surviving the swarming Bangkok traffic on the congested route into town.
I found a hostel in the centre of the tourist district. Besides been cheap it was also convenient, coming complete with an open air restaurant which continuously played pirated Hollywood movies. It was a long time since I had filled the empty space in my mind with brainless Western entertainment. I had plenty of catching up to do.
In between watching movies there was therefore not much time to fulfil my tourist attraction commitments. Besides, I reasoned, I’d seen it all before:
But my conscience got the better of me and I reluctantly visited most of the Bangkok tourist sites listed above.
But believe me, there was nothing to write about. I was in a conservative frame of mind, determined not to get ripped off. I therefore walked through the Red light District during the day and did not visit any Bangkok Bars. But at least I managed to take some photos of the Grand Palace.