Imagine all of that compressed into a single soul, into a single person and she is walking through the gates of Bangkok airport. Here comes Imogen Cable, here comes Immy.
Time has come to share my travels for a month with Immy. You’ll be glad to hear she will be taking over part of the blogging here on my site. So finally you’ll get to read some proper English, instead of my amateurish scribbles. Next post will be hers, enjoy it while it lasts.
A celebration drink in Sirroco Sky Bar Bangkok on the 64th floor
We do what is necessary in our one day of Bangkok. Immy is horrified by her first breakfast with 20 ants rooting through the muesli :-) And when we shop for missing holiday items she is horrified yet again to find out that her cute European size Small, here is very inappropriately (of course) categorized as Large :-).
Not very well timed we visit the Grand Palace at the hottest time of the day *again this being cultural is reluctantly agreeing with me*. To make it even hotter we are given long pants and shirt to cover our bare limbs, and I wasn’t wearing a leather G-string in case you were wondering. But the visit is worthwhile with immaculate golden towers rising high in the sky.
Royal puppets with a heavy burden at the Grand Palace Bangkok.
Now we fly to the south of Thailand to experience island life around Krabi and where Immy will take over a bit of blogging. But don’t pop the Champagne just yet, I’ll be back!
