It was a 2-hour flight there from KL and every minute I was praying that Ty wouldn't cry. It was just me and him on our little adventure to Thailand. He was a happy boy throughout but on descent, when air pressure became a meanie to his ears, he cried and cried and cried, kicking and flailing his arms so ferociously. It was heartbreaking.
Two hours after arriving in Bangkok, daddy arrived from New Zealand, happy to see Ty again. It was a well-spent 10 days in Thailand - shopping, eating, sleeping, getting wet (during Songkran, an annual water festival), meeting the millions of relatives on dad's side and visiting places. Ty loves shopping, cause shopping means sleeping in his comfy stroller for hours! We spent a night in Pattaya and had bad diarrhoea after 0ver-eating sweet juicy pomelo. It's funny how everything that happens to me, happens to Ty. I get a rash, he gets a rash. I get diarrhoea, he gets diarrhoea. The trouble with breast-feeding!
Anyway, in short, Thailand is such a beautiful place. Spectacular temples, massive and clean malls (that make our Megamall, one Utama, KLCC, etc look so pathetic!), gentle and terribly polite people, scrumptious food and clean toilets. You know what's so impressive about Thais? How they sell durian with each piece wrapped oh-so-perfectly with greased paper! Everything there is presented so well. Thais do things with such care!
And one thing everyone has to see is the club Route 66. Check out the girls toilet, there's a band playing in there! The coolest powder room ever. Girls lounging around, doing make up, chatting, listening to the live music, big huge mirrors. Not the typical revolting pub toilet. If only I had my camera with me then.
Didn't really take many photos of Thailand itself. Will be back there one day to live so what the heck, couldn't be bothered. Here is a bunch of photos of my little chubbiness. (Almost 6kg already.) He had a great time, having so many relatives there to entertain him.
