Arriving in Bangkok is when things got interesting. After over an 18 hour flight from California to Bangkok, I was ready to just get to my hostel and knock out.
But thats not what Bangkok wanted.
I arrived in Bangkok at about noon and was expecting to be at the hostel by 2. But before I could even step into Bangkok I had to go through Passport Control. When I made it to Passport control there was a massive line (or more like a mob) standing and waiting to get their passport checked. I was thinking about waiting out of the line and just taking a seat, but people just kept coming.
I ended up waiting in line for 2 hours in 90 degree weather with a bunch of people who did not speak english around me. So when I got out and finally made it to baggage claim I really just wanted to get to my hostel.
I went outside looking for a taxi when a man with aviators came up beside and asked if I wanted one. I went with him, thinking nothing of it, until he started to lead me somewhere across the street from the airport. He had his friend in the taxi pick us up.
I asked, “So can you turn on the meter?”
“Oh we only turn on meter in Bangkok”
So, not knowing anything, I said ok. Anyways, he drives me to the gas station, and gets lunch. I definitely wanted to find another taxi now, but he had my luggage in the trunk and I was just sitting in the back seat waiting for the two guys to get back. They start driving me to my hostel and they say, “oh we take express way cause of traffic”.
I say ok again, and then we go through all these toll roads, all the while without the meter on. I don’t really say much because I’m so tired and just want to get to my hostel safely. So when they get to my street, they accidently pull up past the street they were suppose to turn on. But the guy is too lazy to make a U turn to get me on my street, so he pulls up to the side of the road and tells me to walk the rest of the way because its close. I say ok again, because now I’m in downtown bangkok and really have no idea if he’s right or not.
Thats when he gave me the bill. 2800 baht. Which is almost a $100. I asked him to bring it down, but of course he didn’t budge. I gave it to him while being pissed, but what are you gonna do in a country where you don’t know the language or the people.
Then I started walking up the street and couldn’t find the hostel. Thats when I was sort of freaking out because here I am in downtown bangkok looking like a target to be taken advantage of with all my luggage. I ended up asking a couple people I found along the way until one nice guard told me it was up the street.
Anyways, that was when I found out I didn’t like Bangkok.
The hostel was ok, but I was too tired and scared to go outside and do anything.
I only took those two photos from Bangkok that night because of my frustration. I probably won’t be going back to stay there unless I can get a hotel taxi to pick me up from the airport and take me back.
Luckily on the way back to the airport it only cost me 500 baht, I know even that was a rip off, but at least it wasn’t a $100.