Mar 5 - The flight takes a bit longer, as we stop in Dhaka, Bangladesh, first. Can hardly see the city for the pollution when we descend. Feel a bit of regret that we didn’t make this a week stopover, but it would have been a tough place for Janet and Odette. All the remaining seats fill with Bangladeshis, who are a level more active and loud than everyone already on the plane from Paro. The contrast is so noticeable.
Immigration is easy enough in Bangkok. We entertain ourselves by watching the occasional red flashing red light that goes off every time someone at an immigration window has to be escorted away to the border police. Interestingly, they are not interested to see my onward ticket (I had a printout ready just in case), but they do want to see everyone’s boarding pass from the flight they just disembarked from. Kind of an unusual requirement.
This is actually our first time to fly into Bangkok. Since it is still daylight, we opt for the metro. It is about $4 to get from BKK to a station that links with another metro line, for which we pay another $3 to get to Yam Sot Station. From here it is about 10 minutes walk to the hostel. It feels so relaxing to know exactly where we are going for once. Find some dinner and buy a bag of guavas.
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