BANGFUGGINGKOK!!! LITERALLY: DAY 3.
I woke up today (or yesterday), at 6am, because Pee-oii was supposed to pick me and Kyle up at 6.30am heading for the beach, and… little did I know, this other palace. Me and Kyle waited downstairs till 7am, grabbed a couple of Asian delicious buns for the ‘Pee’ people. Thank god, I brought Pee-ba’s fresh made cookies, as that was me and Pee-top’s breakfast.
I fell asleep for at least 30 minutes while in the car.
We reached this old palace… in a place called Phetchaburi (the same name as the road where my hotel is located at). There were three monuments of this old palace (pictures to prove). We got out of the taxi (yes, we rented a taxi/limousine styled), and climbed steep steep hills, and 19283912 stairs to reach the first monument.
There were tons of ‘ling’ (monkeys) on the way. Oh, yeah. I was pissed off. Foreigners have a 150baht entrance fee; Thai people have a 20baht entrance fee. If only I wasn’t so white—actually, I’ve been sunburnt, and tanned x100. So, I’m not as white as I used to be.
We all had fun climbing steep hills, made random jokes on the way. While Pee-oii, Pee-ann, Pee-top, Kyle and I, stopped to take pictures/scenic views at the second monument, the girls decided to let the boys go take pictures of the last monument. 1. We didn’t have a substantial breakfast. 2. We had the excuse of being girls, and them being macho-men (Pee-top was a Navy seal, whereas Kyle… he’s gay, and he should train to be a little more macho :) ).
After Pee-top and Kyle came back, and the girls buying drinks and a facial towelette waiting for them, we all headed down the palace. This 150baht entrance was: my gym ticket fee—I thought about the money that way. Tons of sweat, 2-3 hours worth of climbing. It’s all gooooood :).
When we headed back to our taxi, an old couple starts ranting about something—and I thought we were in trouble. They told us that monkeys were messing with our ride. 1. They broke the back windowshield, and they took away the antenna for the radio. We all laughed it off; but, how were we going to pay back the owner of the taxi? We never discussed it I think, or at least no in English.
After the hard climb, we headed to another palace from the era of King Rama IV. We headed into the palace (Pee-top stayed in the car/taxi to chill).
Because, me and Kyle didn’t want to be charged a foreigners fee, smart, ‘sway’ Pee-oii and Pee-ann went ahead to buy us tickets while we discretely hid in the back of a couple of other Thais. We rode bikes around this vacation spot/palace. We headed to a beach house first, and took tons of pictures there. The weather was nice, and the scene was gorgeous and very clean. Me and Pee-oii had to get sarongs because of our shorts—too sexy for the palace? I think so :). I also had to get a shawl, because I think my sleeves were too short. Me and Kyle kept our mouths shut tight, and headed in right behind Pee-oii and Pee-ann. We took tons of pictures again, and had immense amounts of fun. Pee-ann helped me wear old Thai style sarong/costume pieces (pictures to prove soon :)).
There were HUGE trees at this palace. Some are believed to be sacred. I wanted everyone to get under a HUGE tree to self-time the picture. When, the timer got to 3 seconds or so, I was too late to run over, and plus, a worker came by and said, something that regarded the tree (not supposed to touch it? Not supposed to be near it? Nu mai ruu ka). I have a hilarious picture—but, I blocked the beautiful Pee-ann and handsome Kyle while enacting my silly pose.
After our tour of this palace, yet another 2-3 hours or so, we decided to head towards lunch and the beach.
We headed to a pit stop in Café Amazon (chain store that sells overly priced beverages, but still tastes good). Me and Pee-oii headed to the toilet.
Toilet custom of Thailand: women (and I think men, not sure) stand RIGHT OUTSIDE each toilet door. There does NOT exist a line, or cue. You just wait for an empty opening of a toilet, and stand in front of it. I didn’t believe Pee-oii at first… and I was like… holy shit, wtf.
Pee-oii and I then headed back to Café Amazon where we spoke English (OBVIOUSLY), and we got overhead by a retired English teacher. Pee-ann made her ‘Miss Congeniality’ move, and talked it up with the teacher for a while.
After the congenial conversation, Pee-ann also won a bag of Thai desserts while at it—mai aroi, sorry teacher :/. WE HEADED TO LUNCH—FOR THE BEACH!!!
For lunch, we headed to Hua Hin, a beach type city. I’m going to look for condos for my mom—but, it’s better advised to look at condos in Goon Tay (Local/Thai people say that instead of Bangkok).
We first decided to go to this restaurant/café place—but they focused more on Spaghetti/pasta. But, I told Pee-oii in the car that I wanted some seafood. So, we made a 50 meter car ride to another restaurant.
It was beach-viewed. We had great seafood dishes. I ordered coconut. OH MY GOD, HAVEN’T HAD A COCONUT IN LITERALLY YEARS—I WAS SOOOO HAPPYY!!! And, yes, I ate the coconut meat too, and cleaned the shell out completely.
I finally got to pay the bill.. Which was hiked up to 2005baht. It’s all good; parents gave me money for a reason. I’m glad that everyone enjoyed lunch, or I hope they did. Pee-top didn’t eat much because… shit, I forgot to mention where we went!!!! (Please ignore this, when I have revised my post). He didn’t eat much because he ate in the taxi while waiting for us touring the grand vacation palace home.
The beach was not totally gorgeous, but I was totally fine with it because I miss the waters, and I missed the beach. I’m glad I didn’t bring my swimsuit because I would never leave the place, despite the fact that there was a storm that headed our way. Pee-top was my personal photographer while I waddled in the water with Pee-oii—khorb khoon ka!!! X100000.
There was a disclosure of someone’s secret life during those minutes in the water—yay?
It was around 4pm, and a storm was approaching; so we all decided to head back to Goon Tay (sp/pronouncaition?). Me and Pee-oii had a really genuine/mature/factual/nice conversation that made me feel really at ease. Thank you so much Pee-oii.
Pee-top dropped me and Kyle off at the hotel. I really don’t want to go into detail about this…because… I’m going to tear up. Fuck. Supposedly, I’ll possibly/hopefully see Pee-ann and Pee-top tomorrow to chill some more. And, today, would probably be the last day I’ll see Pee-oii. Fuck, I hate saying goodbyes. There’s always facebook, and I KNOW FOR A FACT, that I am definitely going to Thailand next year; I don’t care if I have to give up an internship, or sell my body for money, I’m going back to see these wonderful people. Go into detail enough? It’s really hard to say goodbye. What tugged at my heart was, that Pee-ann said “I’m going to change my plane ticket from Bangkok to Sukhothai, because I want to send you off to Taiwan.” If she actually does this, and sends me off, I won’t leave… I’ll cry so hard. I really hope she doesn’t send me off, but a part of me wants her to, fuck.
I have realized that I have never cussed so much in a post (in Thailand) before. I’m surprised at myself. I was scarred tonight; and I feel like I have the right to express my vulnerability at this moment—thank you for understanding. Viewer discretion, as I mentioned, is EXTREMELY advised.
I wanted to go out tonight, because it was only arournd 7.30-8pm. We decided to go to Silom area tonight to check out the other famous gay strip club branch.
Me and Kyle pretended to be temporary bf/gf for half the night, so nobody would pester us into watching “ping-pong” shows. To get to Silom, we decided to try and take the BTS—woot woot. We are reallyyyyyyyyyyy Sugyoooot!!!!!! We walked around 15-20 minutes to the BTS, whilst locking arms. People were still looking at me, or mostly guys. I really don’t think I looked like a hooker tonight…maybe I was REALLY wrong, looking at what happened tonight at ‘Dreamboys.’
I reached ‘customer service/ticketing service’ at the stop, asking to change 1000baht into 100coins, and the rest in paper. The customer service lady was a real bitch. I wanted to punch the glass hole larger, so I could punch the whore in the face—BITCH X100. okay, done with my rant.
Me and Kyle can survive anywhere I have decided. We can get around easily. WE RODE THE BTS BY OURSELVES. Actually, think that’s typical survival skill 101. I can only deal with competent people… and a little more mature than usual when it comes to real-life situations thank you very much. We arrived Sala Daeng (sp? Silom station) safe and sound, in one piece, and did not have to change trains because we didn’t get lost. I felt very accomplished tonight.
We, or really just Kyle, ate at this place called Bug and Bee. Apparently, on a gay website, it is quite well-known in the gay community. Spinach crème tomato lasagna. One ‘chef’ was a not-entirely-transformed lady-boy. Another ‘chef’ was just really cute, but then I’m thinking he’s gay because this restaurnat is known in the gay community—GREAT.
Me and Kyle headed down gay boulevard yet again….only to lead to my next post…
3.04am: Love-BEG. Sleeepppppppppppp x100.