Tuesday, 2 March 2010

Bangkok Nights

Moving away from the subject of Poker, I made a post in the past about a trip I had to Bangkok as a 15 yr old. Memories now, but very good ones indeed!!

Anyways, I promised to recount more anecdotes from my times in the Far East. The back ground to the story is that I was living in Hong Kong at the time as my father was working over there. I played a lot cricket when I was younger, without bragging I was not too bad. Eventually when I returned to the UK I played County 2nd Eleven, even managing one appearance as 12th man for Sussex versus Essex in a First Class game.

Anyway, back to the story, I was lucky enough to be selected for Kowloon Cricket Club to play in an International Six-a-side competition held at the Royal Bangkok Sports Club in Thailand.

The first night we get there we are stopping at the Dusit Thani Hotel, a spit and a piss from Pat Pong, the centre of Night Life in Bangkok.

Prior to going out on the piss, the Captain, a deep thinking man and somewhat responsible for the other players, gave us all a box of matches from the Hotel, with the address on. This was to give to the taxi or ‘Tuk-Tuk’ as they are called, so the driver would take us back to the Hotel.

At about 4am, I am bladdered and stagger out of some random bar, flag a ‘Tuk-Tuk’ down, give the driver the match box, ask him to take me to the place on the box, then promptly fall into an alcohol induced deep sleep.

At 6am I am rudely awoken by the frantic Thai driver. It is now daylight and I have been in the back of his taxi for 2 hours. I open my eyes to see that we are in the middle of what appears to be an Industrial Estate. Wtf!! The geezer is indicating that I have arrived at my destination.

Then it dawns on me, he has taken me to the factory where they make the matches. In my drunken stupor I only went and showed him the wrong side of the match box, which had the address of the factory where they were manufactured, thus the dude took me to this place. I run so badly!!

2 hours later I am safely tucked up in my scratcher to recuperate!!

If you ever get the chance to visit Bangkok, you must go, it is a fantastic place.


rubbish said...

Fucking awesome. I've got a similair story but in Paris. Fucking French bastards.

Anonymous said...

Ha ha, cracking story Snakee. You played for my local team ???? No wonder you bat for the other side, having spent time down here !!!!

I am writing this approx 100yards from Said SCC ground.....


Snake Eyes said...


When I was down there I lived in a house on Lansdown Road, not far from the ground. I am mates with the former England player turned commentator turned Bolivian nose candy addict known as Dermot Reeve.

Got some good stories about him I'll tell ya.

Amatay said...

lol, very funny Mr Snake :-)


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