Rabbifant

This morning was not our finest hour ... and it began somewhere between 2 and 3am after some seriously strong mojitos.  

Freddie thought she was being sensible.  After one beer with dinner and two rather strong mojitos she was feeling rather tipsy so decided to head back to the hotel.  We had met an Australian guy in the bar who Andy was chatting to so off she went.  Anyone who knows Fred, knows her sense of direction is poor to say the least.  After getting lost, she asks some Thai girls in a bar for directions ... they say they are getting a tuk tuk and she thinks they understand where she wants to go so she hops in.  She's taken to the night market area which isn't where she wants to be.  The girls get out and, although the tuk tuk driver offers to take her back, he's a little over familiar and Fred isn't happy so she raises her voice slightly to make sure he knows, and gets out herself (good move?).  After asking a few people for directions, she's back on track and walks back towards the old town.  Spotting the moat which goes all the way around the old town she thinks she's nearly home but then doesn't recognise anything.  Drunk logic means if you walk all the way around you'll eventually get to where you want to be.  After walking for quite a while she still doesn't recognise where she is so drunk logic she turns back!  Eventually she recognises where she is, jumps in another tuk tuk and gets back to the hotel.

Meanwhile Andy has arrived back, having had a few more mojitos, very drunk but still with a more in tune sense of direction than Fred.  With no key and two lady boys hassling him outside he jumps the gate and tries to get into the room which is locked.  After knocking on the door for quite a while he decides to knock on the window which is one of those louvre windows.  Two panes of glass slip out and smash on the bedroom floor at which point the owner comes out furious and the police also arrive!  Andy's main concern is that Freddie isn't back yet and it all becomes a little chaotic.  The police leave, Freddie returns and we go to bed with an, understandably, not very happy hotel owner at about 3am. 

9am and its time to apologise.  The hotel owner is tired and obviously not happy.  He doesn't have to ask us to leave ... we're out of there ... feeling rather sheepish and 2500 baht worse off for the repair.  Ooops.  Luckily we find an even cheaper hotel just down the road.  

Andy is rather hungover for the rest of the day so we have lunch ... Andy tries a hair of the dog ... then head to the post office to send some books home.  We spot this rather odd Rabbifant en route.  The afternoon is spent in our new (and hopefully last in Chiang Mai) hotel room researching Myanmar and updating Blip.  

Not our finest hour but perhaps a good travel tale nevertheless?!  Freddie will never leave a bar on her own again during this trip unless stone cold sober or next door to where we are staying!