After dropping off our passports to have our visas taken care of, we wandered around Chinatown (does every city in the world have a Chinatown?) wasting time until our bus arrived. It was Sunday, so most of Chinatown was closed. We ended up getting a taxi back to Banglamphoo and drinking beer and playing dice in a sidewalk cafe for most of the afternoon.
After dinner, we headed back to the place where the bus was supposed to pick us up. Around 7pm, we were told the bus was a two minute walk away and that we would have to walk to it. The bus had two-stories and air conditioning, with a big screen TV and reclining seats bus. We thought we had it made.
Within five minutes of leaving, however, a movie started blasting through the speakers. United 93. Lauren and I looked at each other. They had to be kidding.


