COME ON YOU BLUES!!! The Road to Wembley/Vang Vieng
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We had to check out and hang around until 4pm until we could collect our visas. We
basically killed time on Khao Sarn Road and eventually left for the embassy. After
picking up the completed passports and visa we went to see Baiyoke II to finish our
last Bangkok hours.
It’s a huge building, the biggest in Thailand at 309m no less, and is the 28th biggest
in the world. At the top it is really cheesy and plays space odyssey music as you
climb the last flight of steps to floor 83 and the revolving roof-top view.
You actually get an elevator to floor 77, and then a different one from there to floor 82 and walk up to 83. Once there you can see the whole city (smog permitting) and there are identifying markers on the floor below indicating what you are actually looking at.
Colin didn’t actually go up, and instead went in search of a football to take to Laos. We’d agreed to re-meet after an hour or so at the top, but part of the entrance fee entitles you to a free drink at the bar. Me being the pure Del Boy that I am, had a pina colada and these cocktails made us mere thirty minutes late meeting Colin. He’s a nice lad though, and very laid back and so didn’t kick up any fuss at all.
So that was that for Bangkok. We had just enough time to get back, pick up the bags, and get to the train station for that dreaded third-class experience.
The train left for Nong Khai on time and at first it didn’t seem too bad. Me and Lori had run off to get a KFC for everyone just before the departure time and so the first hour was easy, eating and chatting. Ok, granted it was a bit squashed, but with the open windows and revolving fans, at least it wasn’t sweaty. An hour later, and feeling sweaty and horrible, we decided to jostle for position. Ivan and Colin were sat facing me and Lori, with Jay and Raj over in another bay looking equally as unimpressed with the decision. We tried and failed to get comfortable with a number of interlocking leg combinations, and one even included Colin being on the floor, with our legs going off in all angles. It clearly wasn’t going to work, but we eventually found an equilibrium and some broken up hours sleep proved possible. I will never be repeating that experience. From now on, I realise why we have a comfort zone.