FRIDAY posted MONDAY
We landed and found a taxi and followed the traffic jams into the city.
It appears that Friday night is as bad as the traffic gets. We were waiting at one set of lights for seven minutes. Two hours later we were poured out of the cab into the hallowed halls of the Metropolitan Hotel. Back in civilisation but not feeling very civil.
The Metropolitan is a zen-like establishment, everything ordered and in its place and there is little to distract. Everything is brown or the colour of stone.
On a Saturday many of the guests had a off-duty yet still polished look, here for the weekend, the gym and the pool with someone else paying and determined to make the most of it.
In the morning I attended to work-related email and began this piece.
In the afternoon we wandered out of the hotel and wandered aimlessly down Patpong Street and Silom Road and decided we really did not like Bangkok much, except that it was a good gateway to the rest of Asia, the great stepping off point.