Arriving in Bangkok Sunday was a smooth affair until the initial taxi arse conversation. I’d been informed that the fare should be 80/100 baht and of course they wanted 300. “The traffic is soooo bad”, “the riots make it dangerous”, ” it’s too far for my car”; after telling 4 of them to bugger off I paid a friendly old guy 100 for his tuk tuk and tipped him another 20.
The Royal ThaTien Village Hotel is a lovely converted warehouse with just 6 bedrooms nestling alongside the Chao Phraya River. The owner Pocky and his girlfriend run the place and it’s highly recommended at $225 for 6 nights (booking.com). My room is as big as my Korean apartment and has teak floors and furniture plus shutters to keep the temperatures in check. In the mornings they serve coffee/tea, eggs and toast for £1.50.
That first afternoon I celebrated my location directly opposite Wat Arun, the Temple of Dawn, by having Pad Thai at the Tha Tien Pier and sipping a cold local Singha Beer.