Day 67 -

I LOVE the sound of my alarm. NOT!! Oh my god there is no way 3 hours has gone by! Slowly and resentfully we rise from our pits, seriously hungover.

Ha oh my god I am hungover - I've never had this before. My body has always been unassailable from hangovers but now I have been overcome by a throbbing head, queezy stomach, aching bones and fry mouth! Noooo!

We make our way across the road to where we are being picked up. Ten minutes pass and still no sign of our transportation. Twenty then thirty minutes and still nothing. We look like two tramps slumped over our bags trying to cover our eyes from the mow rising sun. Another sign of a hangover I think, 'mustn't look into the light'...

After ONE FRIGGIN HOUR still nothing. We are getting seriously tetchy with one another and one of us is going to blow at any point now so I decide to go and getsomething to eat after coming to the conclusion that nobody is going to show and the TAT Office doesn't open for yet another hour.

When I return, Anthony is sat on a white marble bench and table outside the TAT Office. It llooks like a scene from Romeo & Juliet or something along those lines. He has a long-sleeved white cotton s***y on, his head in his arms across the table and somebody has placed a single red rose in front of him. Hahaha anyone walking past must have thought that he'd had his heart broken last night and he had stayed in the same position ever since!

Eventually, the TAT opens and god help the poor buggar who is to receive the wrath of me this morning!

Naturally I start with a smile and talk in a civil manner but this doesn't last long especially when the man starts accusing us of lying! He now also wants us to pay extra for a new minibus!

I go on and on to this man and when I startreally raising my voice so that other customers start to stare he starts backing down. He decides to ring the minibus driver who had apparantly rang the TAT Office five times between 7am and 8am that morning to declare that we weren't there! The driver then comesto the office and brazenly lies saying that: -

a) we weren't there at all.

b) he didn't see us but we might have been there.

c) he got out of the van and shouted our names but we didn't stand up.

d) he saw us but because we weren't directly outside the TAT Office (the marble table was about a yard to the right) he didn't think to ask.

e) he thought we were part of another group so didn't ask.

Even though the drivers story had changed so many times, the TAT man says"I just don't know who to belive"!!! Ha! I mean come on!!! Surely a story with so many "truths" must indicate one big fat LIE!

We told the TAT man to go and ask our hotel across the road what time did we check out so he could see that we left our hotel at 6:50am but he wouldn't.

He was still adament that we pay for our own transportation to Ayuthaya even though we had already paid for this as part of the package. This was the fianl straw for both Anth and I. Three hours kip, major hangover and too much fannying around already, well we both just BLEW - I mean "full steam ahead, you've just messed with the wrong couple of intoxicated Manxies today fella!" blew.

I needn't go into that but what I will say is that before we knew it, we had a full apology, a handshake, a private aircon taxi at no extra cost and wished well on our way to our new destination.

We arrived in Ayuthaya at around midday and went to our hotel which turned out to be really nice. We were going to Sukathai (further north) tomorrow and had another nightmare trying to sort our tickets out for this trip. The TAT Office sucks....

For what it's worth, we didn't see any of Ayuthaya as we just slept for the rest of the afternoon!