We spent the few days we had in Bangkok in the China town district, visiting the reclining Buddah in Wat Pho and looking around Siam Square, taking a visit to the aquarium. Then we were ready to leave and see what the royal beach resort of Hua Hin was all about. The train journey was great, the best yet I think. We were in a cabin with locals that had windows which opened fully, allowing a great view for photos and a refreshing breeze.
The hotel complex was very plush – well, who said we had to stay in flea ridden bunk beds?! We were very lucky to be given a free upgrade to our own villa with its own pool and enjoyed a few days of luxury, soaking up the sun. The town itself thrived on the tourist trade, with tailor shops ten a penny and a liberal sprinkling of girlie bars. It amused us to see loads of 50 something western men with their Thai ‘girlfriends’ who appeared to be much, much younger. I could feel people’s eyes on me trying to figure out if I was Thai or not.
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or could it be about your not so 50ish attendant
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