Most guest have left, I heard the clatter of their suitcase wheels from around 5am. So breakfast just the two of us. After breakfast continue with the packing as we also of to Chaiang Mai. A couple of hours by the pool, then it’s time to leave. Our cab driver is a character. He ask were we are from… ah UK, I am a Liverpool supporter, enough said. But no, he uses a translater on his phone, he speaks in Thai then the phone speaks to us, bit un-nerving when he should be concentrating on the road. He saw Liverpool in European cup in Madrid and is saving up to visit England to see them win the Premier League!! But he did show us the Kings Palace, bit like Buckingham Palace only bigger and grandeur. In Thailand they really support their King, posters everywhere. We arrive at airport. Security, this one put usual things, plus watch, belt, keys, jacket and belt. My tray came through no watch, panic. The security guy takes my tray to put back through the scanner, Sylvia is going through the empty tray pile. He calls me over to see the X-ray of my bag, “is this your watch”? Still don’t know how it got in the bag. Lunch at airport, Green curry with rice and omelette not bad. Flight OK only 50 min with Thai Air. They served a sandwich and water all packed in re-cycled cardboard good to see. Not the water of course. Should be a taxi waiting at airport. Nowhere can be see a guy holding up Sylvia’s name. After several phone calls he arrives. Young and grumpy driving a bit of a wreck. Unlike the taxi driver in Bangkok we only got a grunt all the way to hotel. Hotel reception is lovely, very friendly good to speak after one hour of meditation!! Room is old fashioned, lots of quirky things. Hotel is also Eco. Unpacking I find I have lost my reading glasses, not a great loss they were from Ale Hop, but sad about the case. After a sleep we walk into town. A square there has live music and many stalls selling food and drink. Chicken Satay very good and the music excellent. Tuk Tuk home, he takes us passed the ladies of the night all happening here. But in room, oh no, Sylvia has lost her glasses, what a day, the trouble with getting older!
Dame ‘Awkes Travels 