So, I’ve just arrived in Bangkok after one of those bloody awful long haul flights. I tend to did a stopover in the Middle East to break it up a bit – so this time I did Doha, flying with Qatar Airways from Manchester to Bangkok. 15 hours in total including the layover. The first flight was perfect as I had a row to myself, but the second flight was packed and I was jammed in by the window like a sardine in a can. But on the bright side I’m finally here, I’m so happy!
Hoards of people descended on the bus scrabbling for seats like feeding time at the zoo. Screaming children, crazy people talking to themselves, people trying to cram their luggage in every nook and cranny. A group of African people filled up the back 2 rows blasting out what I can only describe as banjo music from a portable speaker. This is exactly the reason I swore to myself I would never take the coach again.