We decided to take the pennysaver way to Bangkok and booked a bus just to the cambodian-thai border for US$ 3, walked over the border and took a tuktuk to the next train station in Aranya Prathet, from where a regional train goes to Bangkok in six hours for less than 1€. Everything worked out fine and we entered the train already 30 minutes prior departure. Then, when it actually should leave there was an anouncement in thai and all people except us, we just looked pretty confused at each other, started to pack their belongings and left the train. It was hard to find an english speaking person but it was quite obvious: the train was cancelled. All our efforts to save money instead of time was useless now and we went on to the next busstation and got on the next bus to Thailands capital. At the end of the day we finally paid more for the way and it took us much longer… but of course no one can predict that a train will be cancelled, so, shit happens. We had no real idea where we should go for cheap hotels or guesthouses so we did it like every other backpacker who arrives in Bangkok the first time and told the tuktuk driver (the guy was speeding like hell, I didn’t know yet that tuktuks can go sooo fast) to bring us to the Kao San Road, the famous backpacker ghetto. The area reminds me a little bit of St. Pauli in Hamburg (Home Sweet Home) with all the neon lights, bars, tourists and the nearby river what was pretty much the only positive thing, in general the street and the whole folk there is just annoying. But OK, it were just three nights and in the daytime I had to organise my visa anyway. The Myanmar embassy is best reached by riverferry (another thing that reminded me of Hamburg [Home Sweet Home]) which leaves just a short walk away from the Kao San area. We already went there in the next morning, just to be save. Except of long waiting queues the application was surprisingly easy with some strange questions inbetween (Why they wanna know where my father works?) but generally really straightforward. After I paid the 800 Baht fee they told me to pick up the visa two days later. Great! Myanmar, here I come! Annika and me split up in Bangkok already, too, what was not too sad because we knew that we will meet only one months later when I will be back from Myanmar. For the last two nights I couchsurfed with Mimi, an energetic and very helpful woman who lives in a totally different part of the city. I liked this part much more than the Kao San area. And Max, the guy from Cologne who I met the first time in Russia and who was a member of the 10 day Mongolia roundtrip and who crossed my 
path again in Yangshuo (China) and Hue (Vietnam) was in the city to say goodbye, too. He flew back to Germany a couple of days later. After I picked up my passport with a fresh new visa inside, we made an appointment to visit the Baiyoke tower, what I really highly recommend. It’s Thailands highest skyscraper and you can visit the rooftop terrace from where you’ve got a spectacular view of this huge and impressive city with all the skyscrapers, cars, roads, rivers and people. We went there shortly before dust and had a daytime view and a nighttime view which was even more spectacular. At all we stayed more than three hours, the 200Baht entrance fee is totally worth the money (in this fee there’s also a free drink in the rooftop restaurant included). After that we bought us some beer and made us back to Mimi’s place where nobody was at home. It didn’t really matter ’cause in the time we waited we had an awesome time sharing some beer and whiskey with the local motorbiketaxi mafia. Later, through a neighbour from Mimi, we got the message that we should come to a special train station to join them in a bar, what we did, of course. From then on I don’t really know too much anymore, except that they played some really good music there and the people around were very cool, too. How we got home? No idea… I suppose I slept most of the way back.
I woke up with a huuuge headache the next morning but still had some stuff to organise. For example very important things like findin a book that I like and so on… Mimi went with me and a guy from the Netherlands (sorry, I forgot your name) to the biggest shopping mall I’ve ever seen in my life, where we spent the whole afternoon. That was just consume in it’s purest consistence, really nothing for me. In the evening we all were a little bit struggling from the drinking the day before and even more, from this shopping afternoon. I would have preferred to go to bed early that night but when Max showed up with some beer and some very convincing arguments there was really no way not to pack my backpack already (but I forgot half of my stuff at Mimis place anyway) and take it with me, later I went to the airport directly from this private home party that was our goal for this evening now. It was not a mistake to go, after two beers my headache miraculously vanished and the people there were very cool. The neighbours (westerners) later crashed the thing a little bit with their complaints and their really aggressive behaviour but no one really cared. At 4.30 in the morning I was sitting in my taxi to the airport… again, very drunk.