Perhaps you are asking yourselves why we got to the hotel at all? As I already mentioned, the humidity
and heat had made our clothes level in front of the spinner. We don't know if there is a laundry level like
that, but we were totally comfortable in it. Wet, sweaty, slightly tired. We showered and... skipped the
bed rest. We changed and ran so we wouldn't miss anything important. Where were we running to? Ohhh,
I don't remember, but I'll try to recover my memories. We ended up with the assistance of another new
friend and Tuck-Tuck driver on Soi Cowboy Street. Sound name and not only that, but Baja brought it to
sound. At this point there was a great party going on in one of the bars with local music, weird outfits,
dancing like it was some kind of ritual, and super much noise. It was interesting, fun and fascinating. We
had a beer and looked around. Ohhh, enough with these beers. Okay dear, we drank cocktails, but how
can one remember, at some point alcohol gets tangled in your own thoughts and feelings. After the
cocktail, in which none of us knew what was in it, we found ourselves on another iconic street - Nana. We
rinsed our eyes out, but...didn't muster the courage for any other exploits. That's right, alcohol doesn't
forgive. Slowly, we found ourselves on Sukhumvit. With what alcohol, hardly anyone who saw us
remembers. What happened next? I have no idea. At some point, exhaustion got the better of us and we
went home for a few doses of Thai massage and to the hotel for sleep.