2. One Night In Bangkok

from “Chess”, Murray Head, 1984.

Well, not quite Murray Head, it’s actually seven. But yes, city of that muddy old river and reclining Buddha and kind of our second home since we bought the apartment at The Park Chidlom some ten-ish years ago now.

We arrived OK in the Big Mango, if a little jetlagged as well as tired after all the work to prepare Hampstead for rental, which was quite a task to get most everything packed up for storage – the exceptions being the main items of furniture as we are letting the flat furnished.

We’re staying for a week at the Eastin Grand Hotel Sathorn (executive level of course, including free room upgrade, yay!) and it’s our third time staying here so the staff are getting used to seeing our ugly mugs around the place. Here’s the view from the room:

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Bangkok – view from the room at the Eastin Grand Sathorn, looking towards Silom.

So for the next few days it’s getting over the jetlag, taking it easy, and other assorted stuff. Hmm, I note that “Batman v Superman” is on at the cinema and it’s my birthday Friday (51 for chuffing heck’s sake!). Hey Philip! I think I know what I want to do Friday afternoon now.

1. All Over The World

from “Xanadu”, Electric Light Orchestra (ELO), 1980.

So sang ELO, and that’s where we’re going to be, or at least that’s the plan anyway.

As some of you know we are now – as of March 2016 – renting out our Hampstead flat, and this coupled with the on-going rental of the Bangkok apartment at The Park Chidlom, means we are effectively homeless (sad face). If all goes to plan with both tenancies then that means for at least the next 18 months we be travelling “All over the world!” (sing it Jeff) visiting places old and new.

With bags packed, including whizzy new “4-wheel drive” cabin luggage trolleys, we arrived at Heathrow on Tuesday 29th March 2016 with a one-way ticket to Bangkok to start the travelling. We began with Bangkok as it was an easy option, a familiar and simple start to the big journey.

But we will go somewhere new, promise. In fact it’s happening quite soon.

So Mr A380 take us away from Ye Merry Olde England for now and off to distant horizons.