Well, funnily enough I talked about picking up a bug from water in yesterday’s post, and at 2.30am this morning young miss Mollidy was up vomiting for 5 hours, from what we think was a fruit drink she got from a vendor at the Chatuchak market. It was made of fresh fruit, which they say to avoid as it’s often washed in dirty water, and it had lots of ice, which is also suggested to avoid due to it also being made of possible dirty water. But Mollidy was really thirsty at the time, and it looked tempting enough for her to tempt the bug gods, and sadly for her she lost that battle.
So we spent the best part of the early and mid morning with her in and out of the bathroom, and being a good boyfriend I stayed up to comfort her through the night. At around 7.30am she had her last vomit, and we finally were able to get a bit of sleep. We woke up around 10am, and decided to go get some drinks, come back for some of our snack supplies, and then start to pack, as we had to check out at noon so that we could head along to our new hotel where our tour was going to officially start with an orientation at 6pm.
Mollidy wasn’t able to eat much, and I ate too much, and with the lack of sleep, and her having been sick, meant we were setting ourselves up for a fall, as we had a bit of a walk with our full packs coming up, but we didn’t know how hard that was going to be at this point. By 11.30am we were packed, so we put on our bags, and realised for the first time how damn heavy they were, and we made our way down to reception to checkout. Once checked out, we walked outside into the 30+ temp and started our 650 meter walk, which didn’t sound like much, but sure felt like it in that heat, with those packs, and on those uneven roads.
We had to stop once along the way, and every taxi and Tuk Tuk that passed us slowed down to see if we needed a ride. Being a bit stubborn, we said no as we thought it was only 650 metres, but in hindsight that effort wasn’t worth the saving of money. But, we got there, and it was a big step up from the Rikka Inn, and so we slumped onto the welcome seats of the New World City Hotel, and marvelled at the 4 receptionists, the 2 baggage handlers, and the general feeling of we were no longer in a backpackers hive of basic needs and requirements.
We checked-in, went to our room, with this time our bags taken there on a trolley by one of the baggage handlers, and we rejoiced at our room which was nearly twice the size, and just felt much more inviting and wanting to be lived in. Once we relaxed for a bit, we grabbed our washing bag and went looking for a laundromat. Luckily there was one right across the street, and we got the express service, where they do it by the kg, which once converted into kiwi dollars, it actually wasn’t that cheap, so I guess they know they can charge more as it’s a service us tourists have to have.
With a few hours wait until it was ready to be picked up, we headed back to our room for a much needed nap, as the last nights lack of sleep, Mollidy’s sickness, and the tough walk in the mid day heat, had taken its toll. We had 4 hours to kill till orientation, and napping seemed to be the best idea we had ever had to combat this down buzz low energy feeling. Not that we slept much, as we were almost over tired and both felt a little under the weather, so we just relaxed as much as we could.
At 5.30pm we headed down to reception for the tour orientation, and though we didn’t meet everyone, we saw the other 14 travellers, and our Cambodian tour guide Jay, who took us through an hour talk about what to expect. Much of what he said was already to be found in the tour info, so we didn’t have any shocks, but he did let us in on a few things that we didn’t know, and just hearing him speak made us feel really good about the idea of having someone so experienced come with us on this first leg, which lasts 12 days and goes from Bangkok, through Cambodia, and ends in Southern Vietnam in Ho Chi Minh.
We were both pretty tired by the end, so we skipped the optional group meal, as did the other half of the group, and we headed out to get some water and our washing. We then headed back to the hotel for another repack, and this time throw stuff out we no longer needed or thought was relevant for the rest of the trip, as when you spend 20 minutes walking with a full pack in the extreme heat, you suddenly realise there are priorities, and some of the stuff we had packed back in New Zealand was no longer needed or wanted.
Before we head off from Thailand, or I really should just say Bangkok, I wanted to touch on one thing, and that’s how ‘technically’ clean it is. Sure there’s old run down buildings, and rubbish sites that can be seen, but for a city of 7 million, and basically not a single public rubbish bin to be seen, there’s pretty much no rubbish to be found on the streets. Yes they have the odd cleaners here and there sweeping and collecting rubbish, but all up I’m amazed at how clean it was, though maybe the homeless population has something to do with that, as you do see them around with trolleys full of rubbish.