Bangkok - No museums

So the first port of call was Bangkok, and having worried that we would suffer jetlag, we found the perfect cure - live on Irish time. It meant sleeping through the day, waking at 4, doing a few things, hitting the pubs about midnight, then a club, and falling in home at 7am. I suppose the first few days were always going to be like that until thinks settle down.

Having settled into the Asha Guesthouse, in a quiet district, we went for our first night out to Koh San Road. KSR is an absolute jungle, a little corner of Bangkok that is made for backpackers. We ordered some buckets (the local speciality - E6 for 300ml of hiskey, red bull and coke), played some pool and listened to a local rock tribute band. All going very well at this stage until some locals approached myself and Conor at the pool table and challenged us to a game. First game wasn't too bad, second game they destroye us. Pretty sure they were jut preying on travellers to make a little bit of cash. Ah well, lesson learned. A few hours later, Mick had the microphone in his hand singing AC/DC. Quiet night.


The second day we hit the shops. You can literally buy anything in Bangkok, but it's difficult. Takes a lot of effort to get the prices down to an acceptable level. That evening was the Manchester United V Arsenal game, so we settled into a bar with prime seats for the game. Kickoff was at 2am, and just as it started a few Manchunians stumbled in and joined us. After hearing we were Irish, they declared their undying love for John O'Shea. From then on, every throw in, header and mention of his name resulted in an almighty cheer. When he scored, the place went bananas. A round of buckets was swiftly ordered to toast the Waterford man.

The following day we made the trek to the Vietnam embassy to sort out our visa, but it was shut for some local holiday. That meat there was nothing keeping us in Bangkok so we swiftly organised an escape route. Cambodia was the closest so we decide to head out the following morning. For our final night we went to a small local bar that had live music. Usually when they hear that there are Irish in the bar they play something like U2, or Thin Lizzy. No, this guy decided that the most traditional song that we'd like to hear was My Love by Westlife. Don't think we're missing home that much just yet!

I know we promised some museums, but unfortunately the jet lag interrupted our cultural plans.