Our first day in Bangkok. Our first night out and the first time catching a tuk-tuk.
We were already late for a meeting with a friend of ours, so there was no question about whether to take a local tuk-tuk or not.
We hopped in the first one parked in front of our hostel and headed to our meeting point. Just after we passed a congested road, the driver suddenly stopped, pulled out his own map and showed us what was apparently a “beautiful place of his dear friend” that we “had to see”.
In the middle of a dodgy street with no idea where we were, we insisted that he take us to our meeting point, explaining that our friend was waiting for us and that we were very late.
We don’t know how much he believed us, but we stayed firm, giving no indication of changing our plan. On the way to the right place, we really hoped to see our friend standing there as evidence for the driver.
And there she was. A thin girl calmly reading her mobile, under subdued light in a shop full of dusty boxes and greasy barrels. As she was the only person on the street, we shouted almost in unison, “That’s our friend, stop!”. What the driver didn’t know was that we couldn’t see our real friend, who was waiting for us there, hidden in the dark on the opposite side of the street.
The young girl, left there alone to take care of the business in a tiny street next to the busy Yaowarat market had saved us from this pushy driver, without even knowing what a great job she did that night.