Herrrrrro.

I've arrived.

Well, in fact, I arrived on monday morning at 9.30, but I've been rather busy.

The journey was fairly uninteresting, as is to be expected. On the way to barain we all had our own TVs, which was cool, but the fact that the SNES controller attached to it apparently didn't work was not cool at all but deadly, deadly warm. The second leg of the journey was even less satisfactory given that my headphones didn't work at all, so I had the dreadful shame of being forced to watch something as awful as "Stormbreaker" without even being able to hear what the arrogant litte bugger was saying. The three hour wait in Barain didn't help my mood, I'll be honest.

Then again, we weren't delayed and arrived in Bangkok International airport on time, with all limbs attached and only 3 screaming babies had been killed on route.

After a walk of some 200 miles, (Honest, it's a new airport and apparently that means they need to spread everything out as much as possible. It did have those escalators that get confused and go along the floor instead of up.) we got to the immigration and passport control area. It was with cocky ease that we ambled towards the booths, content that we had covered everything and couldn't possibly be turned away. We were amused by the pathetic struggles of the tourists scribbling away in order to apply, or so we thought, for a 30 day visa. We had a visa already, a multiple entry one no less, good for a whole year.

A few minutes later I got ink from one of my broken pens all over the form, and wrote my name in the wrong box.

Once in the taxi back from the airport, we headed towards our apartment complex - The "Bangkok Garden Apartments". If you google that, you'll find the website. It looks like centre parks. To all intents and purposes, it is Centre Parks. Our apartment is in block B, floor 10, number 1. It's not palatial, but it is very nice; for a gap year, it's amazing actually. Air con and everything.

I feel at this point, it would be unfair of me not to mention my friend. Well, at least, my acquaintance. Sam (Mc'Clure) is here also, in the same position as myself. We are sharing the apartment as it happens. He's debauched. He also has trouble curbing his rampant racism. Also here is Laura Goulding, the UK Shrewsbury headmaster's daughter. She's teaching the kindergarten years, from 2 years old. She is going grey and seems to be loosing i ;).

He also got the big, big bedroom (we tossed for it). I get it in three months, or at least, I should, if he doesn't flake more than an eczema sufferer in a bath full of sand.

Ok, I'm going to make a new post now, that is the journey done. It was a bit boring, I admit. I do have some fairly interesting stories for the next few days. I just need a few hours spare to catch up. I'm busier than a hooker working at a seaport after a freak arrival of 17 large galleons full of sailors.