There are times I wonder if I’m literally the shittiest person in this universe. Mainly because karma’s out to get me. Although honestly… I’m just a stinky trash pile human being really.
But this day Morgan and I had in Bangkok – it was the icing on the cake, the cherry on top. Really just the bees knees.
Our day started off great. We went to Chatuchak Market and bought some souvenirs for our coworkers, ate some delicious, diarrhea-inducing Pad Thai (I swear all I ate during this trip was Pad Thai), and just had a FIRE time in general.
Both of us thought “Wow! This is such a perfect way to end our Thailand trip. We’ve got tons of snack-o’s and we even bought souvenirs.” But when we got back to the hostel… holy shit… when we got back to the hostel shit just went. down. the. drain.
I was taking a nice Pad Thai poop in the bathroom when I realized that it would probably be a good idea to make sure which airport we were flying out from because I had… Well, I had no idea.
Honestly, you should just ask Morgan. The amount of times I’ve taken the two of us to the WRONG spot because of my direction-less self is pretty embarrassing. There was that time we tried going for a Diwali function in Gwangju and the “party” ended up being in the middle of some creepy abandoned alleyway. In the middle of the road. That time when we were trying to find a pizza place and I took us to an abandoned construction site. Oh and that time where we were trying to find a huge shopping mall and I took us to some sports complex on the outskirts of the city.
Anyways! So I checked which airport we were supposed to go to. But then I noticed something. Just a small but very important detail.
You see those dates? Yeah those ones that say Departure: March 5th and Arrival: March 6th? The thing is… they’re WRONG.
March 5th is a Monday. A ‘first day of the week’ kind of Monday. A ‘Morgan and I have to go to work’ kind of Monday. A ‘holy shit our bosses are going to be so pissed if we don’t show up’ kind of Monday. We were supposed to fly out of Bangkok on the 3rd – a Saturday.
So I forget that I still have to pee, pull my shorts up, and scramble upstairs like a chicken with its head cut off. I stop in the middle of the room and (according to Morgan) in the most panic-stricken voice tell her that “we have a serious problem”.
But see this is just the beginning. From there, our night was a frenzy of problems-after-problems. A relentless foreigner obsessed boy, credit cards mysteriously failing and about 12 other asinine issues.
Before we get into the next part of this arduous story in Part 2 …
has anything insanely crazy happened to you while travelling? Leave a comment or email us at firstname.lastname@example.org and let us know! That way Morgan and I can feel a bit better about our complete stupidity and inability to do anything properly.
Peace out, Prachi out.