Slippin says: "I was at Bangkok airport at 4.30 one morning" ... and he rudely spat the dummy at a Thai queue-jumper.
I was approaching Bangkok Airport with my wife (who comes from Malaysia) and our four-year-old daughter and our baby son. Both our children have hybrid vigour and good looks:
For our son (25 years ago) we carried a fold-up stroller. The plane landed and everyone stood up as we grabbed the stroller, our son and hand luggage. But where was Mary-Anne? The plane emptied and despite a thorough search, our daughter had vanished into thin air,
Thoughts arose of white slavers for Thai brothels. So we headed for Thai Customs to contact Thai Police. As we got to the long Customs queue - there was our Global Traveller bringing up the rear clutching Humphrey Bear. She had learned the drill at other Asian airports. BUT a big burly Thai Officer in a crisp brown uniform sternly motioned to us (at the rear of the queue) to come forward (past the queue) to the front.
I'd seen the movie "Bangkok Hilton" and thought: Here we go. Full body search and anal probe for illicit drugs. But all the big, burly Thai Offical said was: "What beautiful children. Here's a picture of my grand-children" Thais are dotty about kids. Next he said:" Where are your passports." Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! And we were in like Flynn and we had a wow of time in friendly Thailand.
