We had the chance to take a van to Bangkok today. Of course we went. "One Night in Bangkok" is the only reason I knew about Thailand in the first place. So on the van we go and off the van we get dropped off at the MTS. This is the public transit system. It's actually easier to figure out than the New York subway system. And a lot cleaner since they don't let hobos sleep on there. I saw a bunch of the buildings the red shirts burned down. I'm posting one here. I'll be really pissed if one of these places housed a Sephora.
Justin and I went to MBK, which is apparently the shopping mecca of Bangkok. I call a cluster fuck. It's Mall of America times ten. Plus you don't know what the fuck anyone is saying and you can't even figure out your bra size at the stores. The novelty of this place wore off after about 3 hours and I pretty much wanted to go home and ball up into a corner where no one was in my way and people stopped TALKING IN LANGUAGES I CAN'T UNDERSTAND.
But we had three more hours to go. We honestly were going to ride the MTS until our van came back for us but that would've worn off fast. First we were going to head to this park across from MBK, find some shade, and just chill out while I smoked a pack of cigarettes. Yeah. That wasn't happening. The ground was fucking soaking wet and the only way to sit down was to put some damn special rug with plastic on the back to keep your ass from getting drenched. No thanks.
So off to the movies we went. This seemed like a safe place. Yeah, right.
First, you don't just buy a ticket for a movie and then go sit down. You buy a ticket for Toy Story 3 on one floor, then go to another floor to watch the movie. If a movie starts at 3:20, you don't get to go into the theatre until 3:25. The seats are assigned and I don't know about this shit where you apparently get served booze during the movie but that sure as hell didn't happen. After a bunch of weird commercials, squiggly writing (also known as Thai) appears on the screen and everyone stands up while the National Anthem is played and a montage of photos of the King doing nice things is shown. It's like being at a baseball game.
I can't tell you how Toy Story 3 is because Justin got a call from one of the Hutchinson people about 10 minutes into the movie. We didn't know why they were calling so we just left. Turns out it had nothing to do with anything and since we couldn't go back into the movie, we decided to find some coffee and just chill out for a bit.
ALL I WANTED WAS COFFEE. All these places had to drink was coffee was shit in it. That shit being milk. I have no clue how to ask for soy milk so I just said fuck it to the whole thing.
Later on, when we were back to the apartment, we went to eat at the restaurant downstairs. Just to spite the whole country I got a fried chicken breast and french fries. Screw you, Bangkok!