Two Kiwi Locals go to Bangkok

Leaving New Zealand

Leaving New Zealand

The day started with a bit of drama. I was about to leave for the Auckland airport when I got a call from Ursula –  she’d left her passport at home. The race was on for her partner’s dad to grab the passport and meet them half way to deliver it. Traces of The Amazing Race for her. Long story short – she made it. And crucially, just in time to grab a bit of duty free liquor along the way. She has her priorities straight this girl – I’m going to like travelling with her, I can tell.I, on the other hand, went through my own form of trauma. I had two tubes of Nestle’s Coffee and Milk confiscated by Customs – I’d forgotten that they’d be counted as liquid and had packed them into my carry on luggage. Doh!Thai Airlines is rather a nice way to travel. You walk onto the plane to see colourfully coloured seats and beautifully groomed Thai women in immaculate, exotic uniforms. Sadly, that still doesn’t eliminate the squashy bit for 12.45 hours, but at least you get to console yourself with yummy Thai food and white wine, gin, or whatever your poison may be.There are rows and rows of people, all with their own stories and destinations. Next to me, a lovely older Malaysian couple off to meet their 2 year old grandson for the first time. They had emigrated to New Zealand 30 odd years ago for a better life, and she commented that Kiwis “grizzle about us Asians moving in” and we discussed the fact that New Zealanders can’t starve to death and don’t have to live hand to mouth on the streets. Kiwis have grown up in a safe place, without invasions and bombings and Agent Orange. And ironically, all our ancestors were immigrants themselves. We smug Kiwis need to remember that there but for the grace of God go we, and the balance of the universe can change at any given moment – just ask those that live in Christchurch. If we make a practice of welcoming others and being more loving, then ultimately we’re all so much safer, yes?

I love having a window seat. Looking down at the clouds casting shadows on the ground, floating like pieces of cotton wool thrown around by a bored god, stopping magically just before they hit the ground. One’s eyes are tempted to look for the fine wires that are suspending them. In a way, I’m flying backwards in time – it’s getting much later in New Zealand, while not doing so in Thailand. I know that I should feel slightly younger the longer I fly, but I’m guessing that when I land I will feel cramped, permanently bent over and be wearing a face like an unmade bed…

My t.v. stopped working after a while, so I looked back out the window at Australia. I know some people find that boring, but I love it. Rivers worm around on the ground, with tan-coloured scuffings beside them that are presumably from stock milling around. The land is darkish brown and olive coloured, with the odd patch of lush green here and there. Occasionally. the ground is wrinkled like someone has pinched it and the skin is loose. Above the cloudss is a beautiful, ongoing blue. I always look for sharks in the water when we are leaving New Zealand, or flying over coasts, but I’ve never seen one yet – not even a herring, actually. The fish must all scream and run away when they hear the airplane coming – as they do when they see me coming with a fishing rod…

There was a tiny patch of ice crystals on the outside layer of my window, with a perfect round hole in the center – it reminded me of a bullet hole, and mentally I checked around me for Al Capone types in pinstriped suits…

Ayla, you’ll be so jealous of this – we had some wonderful turbulance. It went for ages and I thought of you and rode it like a cowgirl. (grin)

Kevin, I was going to deliver your umbrella while passing over Surfers, but I couldn’t get the damned window open.

Hours later, when we’re all heartily sick of climbing over each other to use the lavatories and sitting in foetal position, we finally land. Ursuala and I stumble on the moving walkways in the airport, like a couple of drunken sailors, then go onto Phase 2 of our Asian Adventure – trying to find the Sky Train to get to our hotel. That was fun and games in itself and it was about an hour later that we lurched up the right of way to our hotel.

We have rooms across the hall from each other, and the whole place is done up like something out of Arabian Nights. There’s a mirror on the outside of our toilet doors, and I managed to give myself a heartattack getting up in the middle of the night to see someone walking towards me…

I’m never going to hear the end of that one, am I…

Okay, time is almost up. Today’s adventure is finding our way to Pratunam to do our ‘Market Research’. Heh heh.

Sawasdee ka.

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming “WOO HOO – WHAT A RIDE!”

Imm Fusion Hotel, Sukhomvit, Bangkok

Imm Fusion Hotel, Sukhomvit, Bangkok


2 thoughts on “Two Kiwi Locals go to Bangkok

  1. So glad you are there safe and sound Aunty Deb, love the way you write about your adventures! Can’t wait to hear more. Love Stefhopper xx
    P.S. We are off in Cairns in 3 1/2 weeks and Mother dearest will be having an adventure of her own right here, with our kids, wonder if I can persuade her to blog about it for our entertainment?!


  2. I left a comment yesterday, but it didn’t show up. Anyhow, I’m glad you and Ursula made it safely to Thailand. Glad you have a lovely hotel, and I promise I am NOT laughing at the mirror incident. Love reading your adventures, and can’t wait to see more posts. Take care over there, love Stefhopper xx
    P.S. We are off to Cairns in 3 weeks, and Mother will be having an adventure of her own, looking after the two gremlins for us. I think she should have a blog to entertain us with how she copes with the wee monsters. Especially the girl child – who is eerliy like someone else when they were young…….


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