After an eighteen hour nonstop direct to Bangkok (with two hours of sleep... totaled between three session) I land in what is easily the strangest airport I've been to. This is not to say that it's decrepid; infact it's brand new, beautiful and enourmous. Take JFK's 5 independent terminals and squish them together without reason... that would be Suvarnabhumi Airport, but smaller. Anyway, having not being attached to any travel groups, unlike the majority of my fellow passengers, I decide to get a jump start on customs as to not wait on line behind said passengers. I'm making good time, power walking like a soccer mom down the "motivated" walkways through the airport, following the signs to the best of my ability. When I finally land at batallion of Thai Custom's kiosks, the majority of the groups on my flight are already there, some of them already through. I don't think that I was travelling in circles; though I might have been, really I have now way of knowing; but the fact remains that I set off well before the groups even started to convene. I don't know. One of the other things about the airport, other than it being decorated with 20' foot "?blue buddist demons?" is that they had special inspection offices for almost everything. For instance they had the Fish Inspection office and the Special Persons Inspection Office, whatever that means. I thought this was strange until I saw one of the Officers going through this little Indian Man's bag and emptying out what must have been 300 "vibrating ring" condoms, various toy robots and boxes upon boxes of chocolate liquoirs. He had nothing else, just the condoms and such. I guess they know what their doing. I spent 45 minutes figuring out what bus to take to Khao San, another 45 minutes taking the bus to khao san, and am having a great time in the process. 3 hours down, countless to go.
