So - plans to get up early to see Wat Po didn't materialize….After some coffee, blog updating, flight booking and next step planning we finally left the Met at 1pm. Taxis refused to take us back to Khao San, so we made our way via sky train and Chao Phraya express to Pier 13 and followed the line of backpackers. Unfeasibly hot! So hot I was struggling to pronounce the 'h". Ate at a bar where some cocky young lads were entertaining a couple of flirty you...

A-lo was quite unsettled in the morning and felt most uncomfortable in a built up urban environment. She overcame her fear of crowds and traffic and by 10am we were on our way. First challenge: breakfast. Globalisation meant that a Starbucks was never far away and fortified with a latte we caught the sky train to the Tha Saton pier on the Chao Phraya River. The water was bustling with traffic: long-tail boats, colossal barge trains, hotel shuttles and commute...

Stoked up on a decent breakfast and hailed a taxi to the airport. Denpasar traffic was mad: when there was a traffic jam, the motorbikes just went on to the pavement. Painless check in then the usual time to kill. I amused myself by finding presents for Annelise that would use up our last Rph26,000. The lucky lady received a shell bracelet and a PVC ethnic purse. Landed at Singapore, bussed it to the budget terminal (which was very budget) and touched down in ...