I've Got One Word For You: Business Class!

Last Sunday night, I could have kicked myself for thinking the movie-length episode of Kath & Kim was on at 8.30, not 730. I thought to myself - this is the last bit of Aussie "culture" for almost 2 months!! I couldn't have been more wrong.

The flight to Thailand started well - I got an upgrade to a seat above the wing, so there were no seats in front of me. It was pure bliss. Unfortunately for me, the next few rows in front of that a real life Kath & Kim episode was playing out. This was going to last 9 hours.

A bunch of about 8 Aussies were going absolutely nuts in front - speaking in the loudest voices ever about how much cool stuff they will buy in Thailand, and how everything will all be really "noice and different" (I am NOT kidding) and won't be the "crap" that some friend brought back from her trip. The boys of course were hoing into the Rum & Cokes like it was water in the Sahara, and talk eventually turned to how many "ladies" they were going to pick up and went into various detail that is just not necessary here. All of the guys were in uniform - rugby shorts, singlets and thongs. One had dressed himself up a bit with a black pleather hat in the style of our very own Crocodile Dundee. Quiet ensued for about 1 hour while the boys perved on Hilary Duff (inflight movie of course) and made the occasional comments such as "man, she looks like that chick I got meself at the Vic that time. Do youse guys remember that? Gawd she was hot".

Anyway the rest of Thailand was great, and the highlights were:

• watching a bunch of girls on Schoolies do themselves proud by getting absolutely trashed at an island party and standing on tables which subsequently crashed to pieces beneath their writhing bodies - so they ran off down the road and weren't seen again. The other girls in the group were holding the hair back off a friend, and chatting up men who were so OLD it was just awful. I just sat back and watched. he he he
• being given a look of absolue contempt by a woman when I tried to get into a posh hotel in Bangkok. Thongs are not allowed. Not even Haviannas. Bitch. I got in - but she made me wear these hideous mens shoes. I mean hello! As if I wasn't upset enough that I didn't have a pair of high heels to wear - don't rub it in lady! But the indignity of men's shoes. It was beyond awful. Dinner was fabulous though.

Next stop Jordan. Eesh.