I managed to get a hotel room in Bangkok. I ventured through customs, got some bahts, and jumped in the courtesy van and went to the Bangkok Airport Quality Suites hotel. The bits of the motorway and surrounding streets I saw looked quite appealing, in that hot, steamy Asian country kind of way. But as soon as I checked in I went to my room, turned on the air conditioning, got into bed (sans Thai manboy) and slept.
Several hours later (I’ve lost track of how long it took) I found myself in an aeroplane arriving at a place called Auckland in a country called New Zealand. I’m not sure how long I’m going to be here for, but according to my arrival card I live here, so maybe it’ll be for quite a while. I don’t seem to have a Lonely Planet guide, so it’ll be a while before I can figure out where the nearest toilet is to my lounge.
Gosh, I’m funny when I’m sleep deprived!