- Where?
- The Radisson, Rama 9 – do you know it
Mutters. Puts his foot down angrily. Jerks to a halt.
We pass him the card the doorman gave us from the hotel.
- I know. I know.
Does a U turn. Foot down. Screeches to another halt and turns off the ignition. The traffic lights stay red for 10 minutes. This is quite normal in Bangkok.
We sit in silence for a while until the driver tries his luck:
- 150 Baht OK?
- No, meter please.
No answer.
We watch the street scene outside. 6 or 7 monks dressed in orange robes pass us and walk up the stairs and cross over the footbridge. Down they come the other side. 4 of them get into an orange taxi. So much orange.
When we get back to the hotel, it’s too early to sleep and we remember that have a voucher for a free welcome drink and head up to the bar on the top floor. It’s a large elaborately decorated place and completely empty. We think about making a hasty retreat when a cocktail waitress spots us and we are too nice to run away. One drink won’t hurt.
The free drink is super sweet and alcohol free. A clever technique for making you buy a second drink (which we do) and before you know it, you make a night of it (which we don’t). The band get ready to play and it seems rude to walk out now, so we sit through a few cheesy numbers sung just slightly out of tune. The lead singer is quite a character. He takes his performance of My Way very seriously. By now at least we aren’t the only customers any more. There is a table of Thai businessmen who order two large bottles of scotch and two buckets of ice. This gives one of them, the boss we guess, the courage to request the microphone and sing a few Thai ballads. We clap politely and think about leaving but think it might be a bit rude to leave mid show so we wait until the break. My good manners will be the death of me.