So we went to see what all the fuss was about the Khao San road last night. When we asked the taxi driver to take us there he started laughing. He laughed at us basically the whole way in. We actually thought he was a bit mental. When we found a bar we liked had some Thai curry and some beers, we were being so judgmental. Looking around at all the other drunken eejits, saying things like "what do these people DO all day? Just drink all night and sleep all day and don't even go and see the amazing stuff Bangkok has to offer! Loosers". We thought we were so responsible and ladylike and grown -up. Fast-forward to 18.35 the next day when I wake up with that awful feeling. "Amanda, what time does your watch say? We were supposed to go to the Vietnamese Embassy today BEFORE 16.30".
So we had completely lost the run of ourselves, become those people we were judging but worse because now we had no passports to go on our trip to Cambodia, leaving Sunday evening.
We stragetised, planned pragmatically what we had to do. We hopped in a taxi and headed to the embassy. it was now 20.15 and it closed at 16.30. I pushed the door and weirdly it was open. We met a man and literally begged him. Amanda went red in the face with all the pleading. She was really excellent. He went and got an office worker who told us to wait. Then they opened the whole embassy and brought us in and gave us a bit of a hard time but gave us our passports! Unbelievable. The Thai people are so nice. Now we can go on our tour and don't have to show up a day late and be all embarrassed with our heads hung low. We're back on top! Responsible. Organised.
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