Breakfast in Bangkok

imageMy sister teases my Hoosier brother about the time he drove 2,000 miles to her home in Washington in my mothers old Oldsmobile, stayed for dinner and flew home at 6:00 the next morning. I now have a story to top that: We flew to Bangkok for breakfast.

Arriving 24 hours later than expected, the taxi dropped us off at our friend’s condo at 12:30 a.m.  We talked until 2:00, went to bed, got up at 7:00, ate breakfast, and left at 10:45 a.m. for the airport. Ten hours at our friends place. At least, we could lie down flat and stretch out in a bed. In the morning I opened their refrigerator and ate leftovers for breakfast ( my favorite breakfast!)

Farewell Bangkok.

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