We shopped; we gossiped and we had supper and yummy juices. Then Husband turned up as we were going to meet some of the Skyros group. They had arranged to meet in DJ Station, Silom soi 2 where there was a ladyboy show. Silom 2 was an alleyway rather than a proper little street and it filtered us through ‘leave your bags here’ section, then a metal detector and finally after getting the all clear, you could pay to go in. But I was stopped at the metal detector stage. A sign was pushed under my nose, informing me that no-one wearing slippers would be allowed in because broken glass may be a hazard. The sign showed a picture of flip flops … sigh.
If I was a proper expat wife I would always be wearing smart, probably sparkly sandals, my toes would always be beautifully pedicured and painted – and my big toe on my right foot wouldn’t have had something dropped on it so the top half had fallen off, making it look like it’s been enthusiastically bitten.
But I’m a struggling expat wife, I’m not very smart and my nails get done only rarely when I remember to have some standards …
So I tell Husband and Julia to wait for me there, and I go back out onto Silom to see if I can find a solution. Just a few yards up the road is a man with a plastic sheet stretched out on the pavement, selling shoes for 99 baht. Result. So I select about the only pair that fit me that I was prepared to be seen dead in – they are quite horrible, but for £1.50 what do I expect? I put my lovely purple Havaianas in the plastic bag and don my revolting, plastic pointy shoes and return to the club entrance for some serious fun.
And that’s why I love Thailand.
