Thirty hours and a beer or three

Well, we made it at last. The delay in Damascus was actually nine hours and we spent our time playing yatzi and drinking a lot of expensive beer. We then arrived in Abu Dhabi and were given a choice, stay overnight at some Etihad Airway Hotel or hurry to Bangkok via Kuala Lumpur. We chose the latter because we thought it would be fun to drink a beer in Malaysia and it was. I watched the Maltese Falcon on board, ate some good food and behaved perfectly despite the slight intoxication (til hamingju med annan i afmaeli mamma). We finally arrived in Bangkok after having been in and out of airplanes and airports for more than thirty hours. Exhausted we hailed a taxi and found our hotel down on Khao San Road. K S rd is a mad world, live music on the streets, bustling with hip thai youths and western couples. The girls are v. cute, the clubs fun and the food amazing. We dont plan on spening too much time here and will probably find a hotel in another district tomorrow but we're v. content for the time being. We're going to meet a British guy who shared a room with in Amman, he's coming tonight and I have a strong feeling that tonight won't be taken without an endurance test. There are a lot of men asking us if we cared to see women and their reproductive organs play all kinds of games, including chop sticks and ping pong balls, but although thai sex acrobatics sounds great I think we're going to pass.
Today we woke up late and panicked slightly because of our laziness but then remembered that we're on holiday with months ahead, so we just took a tuk-tuk moto-cab to chinatown and ate.
Bangkok looks promising

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Rutur