Well I'm back having jetted in late last night. The immigration official took an eternity and included the fingerprint scan sweeping the world. DNA samples will surely follow at some point in the future.
The taxi rank was quite busy considering the time and season. Interestingly the delightful lady driver took the old motorway rather than the new one. An hour and a half dead from airport to Pattaya.
My hotel has gone into partnership with an Indian company. "Too much Indians" the receptionist told me this morning while offering assurances I'd be kept well away from them.
Another change is that my motorbike hire shop no longer does it so I needed to find a new supplier.
A lovely breakfast at The Pirate Cafe smiling at an outrageously cute waiter and the legendary arsenal is back on the Click, back on the road and back on the prowl. Let's see what I can get up to this time.
For the avoidance of doubt this is my travelogue about this trip to Pattaya and as such will encompass anything that comes across my path.