Hey look, another new country!

And here I am in Cambodia, finally on the brink of my main reason for travelling all this way-the big, scary bike ride. The official first day is tomorrow, so I am free this evening to sit and ponder my fate. I will mainly be thinking about my poor bum and its impending ordeal.
Before I give you an account of my very brief encounter with Thailand, I would just like to make a little dedication to my great aunt Mary. She opened the doors to not only a new country, but also to a whole new side of our family for which I am so grateful, because they are all rather fabulous characters. She was a cracking lady and I hope that I am still climbing mountains and swimming in the sea at 6am when I hit my 80s.
So, yes, my week in Thailand. Well, I hate-but really I mean love-to report that the large majority of my time was spent lazing around on the beach. Sorry! The day after my epic stroll through Bangkok, I went to meet an old friend from uni. He has significantly higher standards than I do, so I found myself in a very fancy hotel, jumping on a bed which was big enough for Henry the VIII and all his wives. Saying that, all of them in a bed at one time would be a very gory affair, given that he beheaded a couple of them. But there would have been more than enough space for the bodies and their heads, and any other heads lying around. Ok, be quiet now, brain. Anyway, after seeing that the bed was a great bed for jumping on, I thought I would check out the rooftop pool (I told you-high standards). Well that plan was tragically poo-pooed when I realised that I was incapable of working the lift. So I just hung around in the room- I didn‘t even want to look at that stupid pool anyway. Once my friend arrived, the evening was spent reminiscing about uni and laughing about how out of touch with the world I am.
The next day, it was beach tiiiiiime! This will be a very short section because really, what can I say? We were in a beach bungalow, 2 seconds from the sea, with nothing to do but relax and watch the world, and the Russians, go by. It was ridiculously lazy. So much so that I was slightly ashamed at how little I did. But before you shake your heads and judge me, remember that I am on the cusp of a world of bike-induced pain!
Upon returning to Bangkok, after yet another bump-tastic bus ride, we headed over to MBK, a.k.a. the best place to buy everything you will never need in life. And I mean everything. It was like a flippin labyrinth. I was really hoping that David Bowie would pop up in his Jared The Goblin King outfit and sing about the babe with the power of voodoo. Sadly, this dream was not fulfilled-instead, I was faced with stall upon stall of, well, stuff. It was a little overwhelming for provincial bumpkins like myself, but my friend was in his element and came away with some pretty decent fake Rolexes. Once we were sufficiently disorientated and dazed, we headed back for a final evening of chat before I left for Cambodia. And here I am!
I‘m not sure how much I’ll be able to update this bad boy in the next month (you can breathe a collective sigh of relief) so see you when I see you. Wish me luck! And Merry Christmas!