Bangkok!

So just like that, my 4 + 5 (weekends + the Good Friday holiday) days of blissful R&R is over. Where did it all go ?

Let's see.

The last Friday before we went off was hectic.

First there was the handover at work, and then sending out tonnes off emails to ensure (well, to whatever degree I can ensure it anyway) that the wheels kept spinning whilst I was away (because apparently, time waits for no man and work still needs to be done whether you're happily away on holiday, or sick in bed).

But finally, I sent out my last email, turned on my 'Out of Office' notice and was done.

We went over to his place.

Packed for ages, because he wanted to bring EVERYTHING ! Not that I'm complaining. The Zambuk (used it the very first night, after getting bitten half to death at the restaurant where we got conned - but that's another story), flu meds (for him) and Poh Chai Yin (for him again) were put to good use.

By the time we got back to my place to pack, it was almost midnight and I just wanted to crawl into bed. But alas, no such pleasure because we had to be at the airport at some unearthly hour (8am I think it was) the very next morning.

So I packed.

Yup I did.

Everything nicely into a wee little wheely bag.

Said 'wee little wheely bag' of course wasn't able to accommodate my 4 full days worth of shopping of course but thankfully he had the foresight to bring along his huge bag.

Secretly, I knew all along my shopping was never going to fit into the 'wee little wheely bag' (are you kidding, it's BANGKOK ! Home of the mythical Chatuchak market where everything supposedly costs $2 - you know how it is whenever you buy something at FEP, and people tell you "in Bangkok, it's only $2!". So anyway, we found out it cost closer to $10, but hey, still a bargain!), but I knew he was bringing the bigger bag and that I was going to hijack the space, and that he would never deny me - so we were all good to go !

We got to the airport bright and early. Checked in, had a quick Maccas breakfast and were in Bangkok in a blink of an eye.

The trip was completely awesome - I did things I never would have done before. We took the train, and even the bus where we were crammed to within an inch of our lives but I lived to tell the tale. Buses there are amazing. They have bus conductor ladies who squeeze in and out of the throngs of people collecting the fare, and unlike the buses here in Singapore - the buses continue driving with the doors open, as people run after and hop on to the bus.

It's all very fluid.

We got lost after we got off the bus, and we walked in the rain for an hour whilst my legs got splattered with mud and leaves. And all the while, he's carrying a backpack full of my shopping without a single word of complaint.

There wasn't even so much as an "I told you so" when I insisted that we were walking in the right direction, and wouldn't listen to him, or agree to hop into a cab/tuktuk.

He told me later when we got back to the hotel that I looked so absolutely determined to 'rough it' and figure out the way (we've been talking about me learning to 'rough it' so he can take me backpacking) that he couldn't bear to spoil my fun, so he just let me lead the way.

I love him for being patient with me, the way he is.