My biggest concern about landing in Bangkok alone at 11pm was that I wouldn't be able to get a cab and that my hotel front desk would be closed and I would be forced to sleep on a door jamb clutching my backpack until they opened. A little dramatic maybe, but you never know when it says 'late arrival guaranteed' just how late they mean. I'm pretty sure now that Bangkok may be the city that never sleeps instead of New York.
The taxi queue was easy enough, but when I arrived at my assigned taxi stall #16, there was no cab there yet so I was a little confused. I felt a microsecond sense of pride when an English speaking caucasian man asked me how this taxi process worked, and I was able to direct him to the taxi kiosks like I was a well-informed traveler. That sense of pride was very fleeting, as I then began to try to communicate with my taxi driver.
The taxi queue was easy enough, but when I arrived at my assigned taxi stall #16, there was no cab there yet so I was a little confused. I felt a microsecond sense of pride when an English speaking caucasian man asked me how this taxi process worked, and I was able to direct him to the taxi kiosks like I was a well-informed traveler. That sense of pride was very fleeting, as I then began to try to communicate with my taxi driver.
The driver dropped me off at an alley where the name of my hotel was posted. I was thankful that the gate was open, and a hotel worker ushered me inside. As soon as I walked into the property, I felt a sense of relief. The hotel I picked turned out to be very nice. There was a peaceful courtyard and open air atmosphere. The people were very welcoming, even at midnight. Finally, after only 26 hours of traveling, I had made it to Southeast Asia.
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