One Night in Bangkok

But I didn't make a hard man humble, possibly the other way around.

What I learned about myself: I can stay awake for 45 hours, in transit for 31 of them, nap for 2 hours then drink a bottle of Thai whiskey (ie rum), dance the evening away in high heels on a riverboat and frolic the rest of the night in a pool party. Thailand is good to me so far.

The trip was exhausting. The Air France upgrade made it somewhat bearable although I possibly gained 10 pounds from the amazing food. Baguettes with Camembert, fruit-filled puff pastries with creme fraiche, wild mushrooms over wild rice, ice cream and all the booze you want. It will be sad to return steerage class.

Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris has the best toilet paper ever. It felt like a paper linen blend. It almost made up for the utter lack of information desks, maps or wifi. My seatmate from Montreal was determined that I would run down to the Champs Élysées between flights. He handed me 50€ and a map and was helping me find my way to the train but, alas, it's almost 2 hours each way and I would have missed my flight. Instead we hung out eating macaroons and chocolate. Traumatic, no? I did eat the best quiche there.

Today I'm heading into Bangkok to check out Chinatown and tonight it's the night market with the Ferris wheel. Yay!

Keep well crazy people.