You know your in Bangkok when...

Christmas Day, 0300 hours, Mo Chit Bus Station, Bangkok.

We arrive bleary eyed and disoriented from our peaceful soujourn up North courtesy of Pui's family. Thai's flood off the bus into the 28 degree Bangkok 'winter'. A taxi driver jumps into the bus and declares "You are beautiful. My name is James. Where you go?".

Informing James of our destination, he departs to ready the taxi and we proceed to continue to gather our bags. The bus decides two minutes is enough time to empty passengers off a tour bus, and promptly starts to drive away back down the freeway. Cue rude shouting from Rina and I as we demand to be let off.

Five-star smiles from the staff as we exit the bus and stand on the side of the highway. With James nowhere in sight, we hail another taxi and before we know it we are hurtling through the early morning traffic, listening to thumping Thai techno pop. Hurtling meaning 130 km an hour. Through suburban laneways.

A pothole throws us slamming into the roof but the driver is undetterred. We finally arrive home, needless to say fully awake. The driver checks his tyre to realise we have been driving widly for the past 20 minutes with a flat.

Gotta love this city :)