“I should have worn shorts.”
Walking out the doors of Suvarnabhumi Airport, Bangkok’s hot, humid air hits me. It’s somehow harsher, wetter, and well, hotter than any other place I’ve been. Suddenly, having chosen to wear jeans on the flight seems like the wrong decision.
“These taxi colors are funky.”
Okay, so we managed to find the taxi line. Figuring out which color taxi to get is a task. Bright pink, lime green, sky blue, orange, yellow, blue and red, yellow and green…. Are they all the same? Are they different companies? It’s difficult to tell. Whatever. “Let’s just get in whichever one the guy at the stand tells us to get in.” Don’t forget to insist on the meter.